I shared this over on Facebook, but many of you asked for the talk I went to before writing this post on worry and our children. The talk hasn't been posted online yet, but the speaker did write a blog post that summed it up quite well. Here it is.
Over the years I've waffled back and forth in my love for DIY. Most of the time I'm obsessed, but other times I hate it as much as Eli hates being told to, "Eat what I've made you, cause Momma's not making anything else." I've slowly been learning when to DIY, and when it's best to just pull out the wallet - but not before I committed all seven of these deadly DIY sins. Check 'em out. Can anyone relate?
World's youngest female billionaire and genius. Love stories like these - just makes me wonder what I might have missed out on because I actually did finish college ... one can dream.
Clever writing advice. Always love these, but never remember them. Oops.
The age of uncontrollable fame and how the pendulum swings. "You could go to bed one night your regular self, and wake up to find you are an icon — but you won't get to decide what you represent." What Alex from Target teaches us about fame in the internet age.
"You are not running late, you are rude and selfish." Think about it. I sure did.
Over the past five years, my nuclear family has expanded from a family of five to a family of 14, soon to be 15 with baby girl. Basically, we've exploded and therefore have had to quickly learn how to travel well together. So, I shared my top tips for traveling with extended family and small children over on Twin Cities Moms Blog.
Plus as a follow up to the post here on OA about my Sick Toddler Toolkit, I shared my best tips for taming the cough that follows our children around all winter on TCMB as well. Some great discussion in the comments too, so be sure to check those out!
And finally, just a little housekeeping update: I'm going to be sharing my New Mom Confessions over on Facebook and a bit on the 'gram from now on, because I keep forgetting them by the time I sit down to write the post. So follow along over there if you want to feel better about your mothering. Like how I kneed Eli in the face during a dance party the other morning and now every time I ask him to dance he says, "Dance? Ouch." Yes, I'm a rock-star mom over here.