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Four Things Not To Say To a Potty Training Parent

Potty Training TipsPotty training.  Hmmm…what can I say. This, so far, has been the only nuisance I have encountered on this parenting journey. Don’t worry. He won’t go to college in diapers they said. (Insert laughter here because it felt like that for awhile.) In all honesty,  it could be worse and if potty training is the hardest thing we will face in our life, then I’m all for it.  (more…)

My first piece on Huffington Post!

I am sooo excited to share this with all of you! I have been trying for a long to get this published and just received the email today. Here is the first paragragh:

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This is an exciting day for you! We bought you your first pair of shoes. Your chubby little feet haven’t taken that first step on your own yet, but you are almost there.

This day is the first of many for you as far as getting shoes is concerned. For me, this will probably be the last time I get a child of my own their first pair of shoes. It is very bittersweet for Mommy. You are my baby, my littlest one. Most likely, you are our last. (I am not saying that we are done, but I don’t see another one in the cards for our family in the near future. We will see what God has in store for us.) My heartstrings were tugged slightly today when I realized I would most likely never have a tiny one’s feet that need to be measured for the first time again.

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MOM is the word

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Spell MOM

Good Morning! I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend! Spring started this past Sunday (even though we had snow!). Here are to warmer days!

The written word has always been a world I could escape to for as long as I could remember. From the moment I learned how to read, I was always lost in a book. There is something about the way words fit together to tell a story that amazes me. Have you ever wondered where a word came from? Or have you ever seen a street name and think ,”Why is it called that?”. Yup, that’s me. (more…)

It Is So Hard to Say Goodbye

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I did the laundry the other day and folded little clothes. This time, however, I took a long time to fold them. I had decided it was finally time to clean out my little one’s drawers. Newborn, 3 months, 6 months sized clothing. He will never fit into them again.

As I sat there and folded teeny, tiny clothes, I reminisced. Where has this past year gone? I remember when he wore his first Valentine’s Day shirt. He was only five weeks old. At the time, the shirt was way too big for him. His first set of footie pajamas. His first t-shirt that wasn’t a onesie. His first Easter shirt. His first Fourth of July shirt. I smelled each one as I folded them and placed them into a bag. (more…)