Toddlers

Because seriously, what is Easter without those traditional Peeps?? It’s no secret that “crunchy mama” is NOT a term that has ever been applied to me. When it comes to holidays and treats, I have to be honest-the health factor...

This article was written for mamas with a toddler boy as their oldest child. If you have a girl, feel free to read this article. But know you will probably finish this article and thank your lucky stars that...

Learning to listen is not an easy task. I still find it challenging at times, and I can't just blame it on my enneagram type. I'm not talking about powering through Transformers tangent #84 for the day when it's wine o'clock and the kids should be in bed. What I'm talking about is really listening to the things they're saying to you. I'm talking about not asking the question until you're ready to receive the answer.

To combat those fears and jitters our little ones (and their mamas) may experience when attending preschool for the first time, I wanted to share some of the things he and I have discussed. 

I don’t know about you, but right now I am in that stage where I feel like I will never really get a moment’s peace in my life. With a 9 year old, 2 year old and an 8...

The other day, someone dear to me called to talk about the frustration and the struggle of being eye-ball deep in toddlerhood and raising littles. As we were talking, I began to examine the differences between my parenting style...

I have a confession to make. I abhor cleaning my house. I love the smell and the feel of a freshly cleaned house. However, that status is almost impossible to attain. I am scrubbing away in one room of the...

What to do when everything is changing… Change is good. Change is bad. Change is inevitable… Yada…yada…yada…blah…blah..blah… Right now, I am taking my first breath of fresh air from my ugly and I mean a really ugly cry over a bad...

Maybe she's like me and will take the time to actually (gasp) try something on in the fitting room just because I can, while sipping a coffee from the in-house Starbucks and nibbling on popcorn that I don't have to share with anyone.

If I'm honest, this season of toddlers feels too long, too raw, and too close to every single source of insecurity I have. It feels endless and personal. Every meltdown, angry response, or missed potty-training cue (so many missed potty training cues) makes me feel like a failure at the only job I have right now.