“Ma’am! Your son -- he’s making his way to the deep end!” a grandma on vacation alerted me while swimming in the pool on our most recent family vacation. To paint the picture for you, Kellan happened to be doubled down in flotation devices that day, a puddle jumper and one of those super pool noodles that are filled with styrofoam balls … you know, the ones that have like a 300lb weight limit? I knew where exactly he was. I was in the shallow end with Matty and Kade. Kellan was right behind us kicking his way into uncharted waters. After this sweet grandma let me know in a panic that he was making his way away from...
About a week ago, before the 2016 Presidential election, my kindergartner came home one day and announced that his class had held a vote. "We voted for our favorite cookie," he said proudly. "We voted for chocolate chip or Oreos. I voted for chocolate chip, and we won!" He was really, really excited that the cookie he voted for won the class election.
Then, on Election Day, my husband and I loaded the kids up into the minivan and headed to the polling place and told our boys that Mama and Daddy were going to vote. We would have let them go into the voting booth with us, but during last year's gubernatorial race Noah, my kindergartener, was in the voting...
Let's face it, our days as moms are FULL and often downright exhausting. Squeezing in time to workout can too often become our last priority.
Over the past many months I've made it my goal to be more consistent with my exercise routine. Let me be honest, my commitment to physical activity had become nearly non-existent. I had come up with and exhausted just about every excuse in the book to get out of exercising. My body, my weight and overall energy were definitely suffering. Things had to change! I had to make my well-being a priority because when I feel good and get regular exercise I'm a more well-balanced person for my family. While I'm not at the gym...
I LOVE my minivan! It may not make me look like the hippest mom in town, but when I'm behind its wheel I'm definitely one of the happiest. To me, my minivan represents so much more than just a vehicle. It symbolizes our season of life and our focus on family. I'm a mommy chauffeur and proud of it!
I actually didn't set out to be a minivan mom. When my first son was a few months old and we needed a new family car, we bought a Subaru Forester wagon. It seats 5 comfortably, which was perfect because that was the size of our family at the time (I have two older stepsons). But then I had my second...
When we started this journey way back when, I knew that with your rough and tough background there would be some expectations to raise our boys the same. I just knew they wouldn't be allowed to cry or that fighting would be the only way to resolve anything. I had already set myself up for the fight in our parenting differences.
But I was wrong. So wrong.
You see, it took me a while but eventually all surfaced how wrong I truly was.
You, a seemingly Southern man's man with your callus hands and caveman-like work ethic, don't "match" the boys we are raising. To society, boys like yours should be the biggest and the best of them all; they should want to excel in...
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Wearin’ of the Green :: Baton Rouge Goes Wild {and Green!}
Wearin' of the Green :: Baton Rouge Goes Wild {and Green!}
Every March, Baton Rouge flips a switch. Suddenly, the streets aren't just streets anymore—they're...
