If you were to visit my house and peek inside my medicine cabinet, you’d see a calendar pasted there. Two printed pages, dated March and April
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When I think about Easters as a kid, I remember baskets full of colorful plastic grass and fluorescent socks. Valentine’s Days were chocolate hearts on a
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I’m starting to suspect that I might perhaps be bored. Maybe. It’s one of the possibilities, anyway. I’m either bored or on the cusp of something,
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I’m in an ongoing battle with my husband right now. Except he doesn’t know it. I’m keeping score in my head, you see. I cooked and did
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You know all that empowering stuff about how we should love our postpartum bodies because we grew a person and gave our children life and all
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As I mentioned in my last post, we now have two kids and both my husband and I are at home - him because he’s a stay-at-home
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Early this year, when we had lived here only two or three months, I was out walking with my sister-in-law. She had moved here a couple
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There’s a little voice, very quiet and way in the back of my head, that’s telling me I’m not as good as other moms with two
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Source: ciaomom.com via Elena on Pinterest The image above is one Elena pinned on JBE’s “Imagine with images” Pinterest board. I had seen it and
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I have a weird thing about McDonald’s. We ate there occasionally when I was growing up, and I certainly did in my 20s. And then the
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