This post is sponsored by Kohl’s. I was paid for this post and received the included Carter’s clothing as compensation.
As of last month, all three of my kids are officially old.
They are now 6, 8 and 9 years old.
And as much as I hate to say it (for fear of jinxing ourselves), they’re
Since I am officially the worst mother on earth (you can read more about that here), I was surprised when I got an email from a reader asking me for advice.
She’s tired. She has little kids that don’t always sleep when they should be sleeping (like in the middle of the night!) She can
For the past six years, I’ve been absolutely terrified of having family pictures taken professionally.
Seriously – terrified.
I would watch all of my friends hiring photographers and coming home with the most amazing pictures of their family. I would feel envious. I would think about having pi
At around this time each year, I create a picture book and look at the past year of pictures. And then I go back and look at all of the books from the previous years.
And then I cry. Our kids are growing up. I’m getting wrinkles. Big Hairy Dog probably only has a few years left.
Luckily Even S
Not too long ago, we were having a really normal lunch.
Except for the fact that Simon was going through his “green wig” phase and insisted on wearing it at all times.
Miles and Alice were already finished eating and had started playing in the family room.
Simon really wanted to p
So, I’m pretty sure that this all started because of a man with one leg at Dick’s Sporting Goods.
I was there with all three kids trying to find the cheapest soccer shoes in existence. I was bending down behind a low shelf, and my kids were on the other side talking to one of the employees.
I’ve been lucky with babysitters over the past 5 years, but I’ve heard my fair share of horror stories.
I reached out to a few blogging friends of mine – and my followers on Facebook to put together this post – and I have to tell you, I’ve been cracking up for the past week reading through this!
A couple of times a year, I drive the kids by myself to visit my parents.
It’s a 5-hour drive.
Did I mention that I go by myself?
It has gotten so much easier now that I don’t have to stop to breastfeed a baby. And, I’ll be honest, once we got the minivan with the built-in DVD player, it ha
Even Steven snapped this picture of the kids and me walking into Target yesterday morning.
I think it says several things about me (and the kids):
* I (hopefully) let my kids dress themselves.
* It might be Halloween.
* My son could be an elf. (Or he declared it Pajama Day.)