Who wore it better; the Kids or the Parents? In our house, if you can’t get along, you get in the Get Along Shirt…doesn’t matter your age and title of kid, mom or dad. Okay truth be told, the Get Along Shirt has only been used once for each of us but gotta say it …
By the time I came along they were both 48 years old…the same age as many of my friend’s grandparents. People always asked me if I wished my parents were younger…my answer was always no. Barb and Jim experienced quite a bit of life and parenting by the time I came along which gave them …
Throughout the first 29 years of life, I’ve always considered myself a risk taker. But after settling into motherhood, I found myself taking less and less risks. The “maternal, logical, often judgmental” voice inside of me would kick in with each risky idea considered. Over the pasy few months, I have pushed through those doubtful …
Each year, as my littles head back to school I give them these bracelets and read this poem to them. It’s a simple reminder that mommy’s love is always with them❤️ The author of this poem is unknown to me, but it goes like this… This is now the 4th year of me doing this …
He wakes up at 4am everyday to work on Life of Dad until the kids wake up. Then he makes everyone breakfast and does 88% of the morning routine to get the kids off to camp or school, depending on what time of the year it is.After that, he’s back to work on #lifeofdad determined to make sure …
They are awkward, unflattering and blurry. They are the photos I usually attempt to hide from the world. But these are also the photos taken by my kids after grabbing my phone in what I think is an attempt to go on YouTube Kids. Instead, they take candid photos of their mom. This is my life …
Maybe you would have been a blonde with blue eyes like your big brother. Or maybe you would have had brown hair and eyes like your sisters. Maybe you would have requested a dinosaur themed birthday party. Or maybe it would have been construction, some superhero or lego theme. Maybe you would have been a …
A few week’s before our first child was born, my husband Tommy started a blog called Life of Dad. Our daughter had been diagnosed with a serious heart defect and would need open-heart surgery to save her life. The second half of my first pregnancy was spent preparing and planning for a very scary entrance to …
The day I was born, my dad was 48 years old. The year I graduated from 8th grade, my dad retired from working two jobs. The countless plays I performed, my dad slept…I mean sat through every single performance. The year I graduated from college, my dad survived quintuple bypass and colon cancer. The day …
There are certain days that are particularly difficult after a pregnancy loss that trigger heartbreak all over again. Mother’s Day, holidays, anniversaries, due dates… On those days, I find myself suffering in silence. My first pregnancy loss at 6 weeks led to completely shutting down, isolating myself from the world, telling virtually no one of …
