I have lived in Spring, TX for the majority of my life (with a year in College Station and about 3 months in Huntsville). We don't get "snow" by the standard definition, and what we do get is rare. I can think of a handful (literally) of times when we had SE Texas' version of snow. This time? Oh, this was so amazingly different.
Last month I saw several of my mom bloggers sharing that they had been accepted to be part of Chick-fil-A's panel of moms. As an avid Chick-fil-A addict, I was curious and intrigued so I set out to find out more about this program and to figure out how I can get in on the action!
The question, dripping with disgust and judgement, as though you were talking about dancing naked in the middle of the highway during rush hour traffic. Why, yes, yes I am still feeding my child arguably the most healthy and best liquid in the world for him.
These days, birthdays and holidays are all about “what you got” and spending an obscene amount of money to make sure the birthday person feels loved. Somehow, we’ve evolved into a society that associates money with love: the more you spend, the more you must love them. I wholeheartedly disagree. Instead, we’ve opted for spending less money and focusing more on the quality of our things and our time together.
With that in mind, this year we are starting some fun new traditions to ensure that the birthday person feels extra important on their special day, without breaking the bank or going overboard on anything.
I was in your shoes just 11 months ago. I read all the articles and research I could find to help make the transition as smooth as possible. I was anxious and nervous about how Connor would feel and I was especially sad that I would be loosing that one-on-one time with him.
Over the last few months, I’ve been working to minimize our lifestyle. We have too much crap that we never use and I’m sick of the overwhelming about of stuff in this house. I’ve managed to clean out our clothes (I did mine and the boys, hubs took care of his own) and book. Now I’m slowly culling the toys, but we’re entering that dangerous time of year: Birthday season. Connor’s is in August and Kylar will have his first birthday in September. Buying presents is always fun, especially when it’s toys for kids. However, since we already have so many toys, this year I’m requesting outside-of-the-box presents. I’ve decided to put together a list of gift ideas for anyone looking to buy for preschoolers, but don’t want to buy toys.
Vacations are fun. That's common knowledge. If they weren't fun, people wouldn't go places and everyone would just work all the time. No. We need vacations every so often to help reset our brains and keep us sane.
Traveling with small children is a whole new level of stressful and might seem like more work than it's worth. I'm here to tell you that it is doable, and it might even be easy!
I often find myself thinking "If only they were bigger, then we could do *this* or go *there* or play *that*" then a few minutes later, one of them will do something "big" or I'll go through their clothes and pull out things that are tiny and think "They are growing up way too quickly." It's ridiculous and silly. I want them to be bigger so we can go on more adventures and I can stop changing diapers, but I want them to stay little and snuggly and sweet. I know this is a common predicament: The Parenting Time Paradox.
I've talked before about how hard parenting is, and how there's no cheat sheet or guide to raising good people.
I stand by that; there is no cheat sheet, and you know your kids better than anyone. That being said, you can learn from other peoples' experiences and try out what worked for them to see if it will work for you.
In that spirit, I've made a very short list of the things that we've done that have helped turn Connor, and will hopefully help Kylar become, helpful, sweet, well-behaved kids who can follow direction, but who have the confidence to try new things and solve their own problems.
I have always hated the phrase "boys will be boys." It's used as an excuse to justify bad behavior and/or being a jerk-face dick. I'm sorry, but since when does a penis give you a blank check to be aggressive, messy, mean or misbehave? I don't accept that.
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