My parents are the hardest-working people I know. My mother has put in 39 years with the same company, and my father has dedicated his life to working tirelessly at work and at home to ensure we could make ends meet. The two of them scraped and scrounged enough to send all four of their kids to private schools, all while managing to go on vacations, send us to summer camp, and pay for whatever sports and extracurricular activities that interested us kids. They have more than earned this awesome season of their lives. But I gotta admit, I'm a little uncomfortable.
Raising parents these days is more difficult than it used to be. Once upon a time, parents would...
This is a recounting of a true life event and subsequent episode many months later. My son is ventilator dependent. He also relies on five other machines daily to keep him alive. So car travel looks more like an ambulance ride. And I used to be able to handle it as the lone adult in the car, until the day we left the hospital about two years ago, and it was a horrifying, near death experience.
My son does not "transition" well anymore. Meaning moving him from one place to another, especially into the wheelchair or carseat. It's one of the main reasons we moved to home nursing exclusively almost five years ago. Trips in the car meant multiple stops...
The final weekend before Mardi Gras is here, meaning crowds of people will be descending upon downtown and Spanish Town to partake in the last of the festivities. To some Spanish Town may not be your idea of the perfect neighborhood. It's full of quirky, old houses that are adorned with a few too many flamingos and confusing one-way streets. But for us it's our haven. I previously shared about how we've grown to love it even more now that we are parents. The history around every corner is part of what I love about the area. We've even dug up artifacts that date all the way back to the Civil War in our front yard! So for those...
::Sigh:: Where do I even begin? I had to talk to you more than your two siblings combined. I threatened through gritted teeth and commanded you to "Listen!" "Pay attention!" and "Stay with me!" all while you day-dreamed in your La-La Land at the most inopportune times and places. I had to utilize the Daddy-in-church Grab (that tender part of the upper arm) more than my social media pictures would indicate. I exasperatedly exchanged glances with your Daddy when you absentmindedly failed to hear our calls.
But you were the first to say thank you. You always are. You thanked us for everything: for bringing you to Disney World, for getting you ice cream, even for the cheap gas station...
Holiday travel season is upon us. Some of you will hunker down, and family and friends will come to YOU. Some of you drive 30 minutes to see family … some drive full days. And some of you will fly. WITH KIDS.
If you have never flown with a toddler, let me be the first to encourage you: it’s not that bad!! I do it a lot. I live in Baton Rouge and work based in DC requiring travel about once every 4-5 weeks; most of the time my parents watch my son when I travel, but my toddler travels with me every third or fourth trip. In fact, I just booked his 26th and 27th flights!!
What does prepping for a...
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The Best Coffee in BR is Actually in Ascension
The Best Coffee in BR is Actually in Ascension
Like a lot of moms I'm often in need of caffeine on a regular basis and...
