I guess you could say that at 10 years old he needs me most for the things he doesn't want me for.... homework, putting on sunscreen, taking out the trash, asking for help with his little brother... almost like I need him more than he needs me now.
I'm obsessed with the landscaping. Obsessed. And the lighting. And the architecture. And the obvious fanatics with Disney tattoos and funky pins and buttons. Way too many over-priced light up toys (totally worth it). And ya'll were right about the turkey legs. And the churros. And the cost of a bottle of water.
This is a 16 & up post. Frankly I don't know how my child believed for so long. He has literally found his unwrapped presents every year. Every Christmas. Every birthday. Every Easter too. I'm consistent like that. But we did all the other things we were supposed to do: sat on the strange mans … Continue reading Jolly St. Nick & The Easter Bunny too
Dear Elias,What an incredible age you're at. Independence. Self Awareness. New experiences. New progress. New Challenges. Sometimes I go too hard. Sometimes I let things slide that I shouldn't. The biggest thing I've learned about this age is TRUST. I have to let go more and trust you with your choices and responsibilities, trusting you … Continue reading DEAR ELIAS
From the beginning, one of the things my husband and I have thoroughly enjoyed is dining out. Pizza pubs, five star, hole in the wall... We love it all. We are self proclaimed foodies, with appetites to boot. Being the soul-mates we are, we always seem to have shared cravings and often have the exact … Continue reading On Failed Family Nights
I'm not a huge outdoorsie camping person. A walk in the woods and sleeping under the stars sounds very appealing but the whole all day in the dirt no shower no couch no wifi thing makes for an uncomfortable mommy. I feel like this whole blog makes me look so bougie but I'm keeping … Continue reading
Dear Mathis: You are two. I deal with some hard people in my life. People the world has given up on because they are just that hard. But I have to say, my son, you can be much more difficult than anyone I've ever dealt with. Especially at bedtime. And brush teeth time. And … Continue reading Dear Mathis