My daughter swallowed a penny. I thought she was old enough to play with it. I was wrong. I saw her put it in her mouth and immediately screamed, “spit it out!” The sudden shout scared her, sending the thing right down her throat. I felt my body turn numb, it seemed to be more than… Continue reading Why Moms Feel Alone Sometimes
So I recently discovered my local grocery store has a childcare area where you can drop off your kids while you shop. They even have special themed nights once a month where the kids are given a meal, games, and give aways. My friend, the amazingly wise friend that she is, had the best idea… Continue reading My Girls’ Night Out
Yesterday, we were in the waiting room at the doctor’s office when the nurse popped in calling for a “Lauren.” Boston turned to me, “Oh, it is Lauren’s turn. When they say ‘Momma’ then it will be our turn!” Oh of course, we all know I am the universal momma indeed. 🙂 I was first humored,… Continue reading I am the Universal Momma
I recently wrote about the constant war I seem to have with all the “stuff” around here, i.e. my messy home! I was challenged by some of you readers to take it small, finding little bits of time to tackle little bits of work. You inspired me, and I have been doing small challenges with myself… Continue reading The 20 Minute Challenge
It was war–them verses the huge spider web. I felt a bit sorry for the the little insect. How many weeks, months, did it take him to weave his intricate and delicate home, only to be demolished in five seconds by my crew. I discovered it could be repaired in 30 minutes and now do… Continue reading What is Your Plan of Attack?
Yesterday America stopped and celebrated Labor Day. Out came the grills, the footballs and soccer, the homemade treats and iced cold lemonade. A day off to kick back and enjoy family and friends. Yesterday, America rested. Yesterday, “Ameri-moms” worked themselves to the bone. If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands? ~ Milton… Continue reading “Ameri-moms” Nonexistent Labor Day
My daughter stood on the scale and loudly proclaimed, “I weigh 20 dollars!” “Wow, 20 dollars!” I exclaimed back. “Yes, I am a big girl!” she beamed, and with this, strutted off to tackle her next adventure in toddlerhood. At what point does the scale change from proclaiming “dollar signs” to actual ugly pounds? When do… Continue reading Dollars and Pounds