When life hands you exactly what you need.

Some days, you just get handed the things you need to hear, see, experience, and feel. Today was one of those days. I was driving into the city for the Propelle Mastermind this morning and decided to put on a podcast. It’s something I will occasionally do, particularly if I know I’m going to be stuck in traffic for a while. I looked through my podcast list and settled onto...

The most polarizing parenting technique on the planet.

The last three weeks have been quite the challenge for us. Between The Babe getting sick, refusing to sleep alone at night, waking up every two to three hours, and throwing tantrums galore, exhaustion has been our norm. Four days ago, I got desperate enough to start reading one of the books My Mama got me: Solve Your Child’s Sleep Problem* by Dr. Richard Ferber. For those that aren’t familiar...

What I really want for Mother’s Day (and every other day of the week).

Mother’s Day has always been a mixed bag for me. When we were trying to get pregnant, the day was a painful reminder of all that my body couldn’t do. I would be envious of friends who would post about how lucky they were and how fabulous their husbands and kids were for spoiling them rotten. It got to the point that I’d avoid social media like the plague and...

Reasons why my toddler completely lost her shit today.

I think it’s safe to say that we have officially, and quite ceremoniously, entered into the terrible two’s. Because OMGTHETHINGSTHATSETHEROFF. Yesterday, it was because Mama didn’t want to have a lap-squatter at dinner time. Or to have to hold a growing (and getting heavier by the minute) toddler all day long. Another one began because The Babe was angry that I wanted to change her (poopy) diaper. Today, it was...

Feeling like the Macguyver of WAHM Moms.

To say that I’ve been struggling with our new normal would be an understatement. I’m tired, cranky, and feeling a bit unnerved at the potential of naps being a thing of the past. Because ROUTINE and WORK. The Babe? She couldn’t care less. She’s all, LET’S GO TO THE PARK MAMA and SOFIAAAAAA. Because what else would she do with that extra time during the day other than fill it...

I’m thinking about changing my name.

Sleep has always been a bit touch and go in our house. When The Babe was a mere infant, it would take 4-5 tries of singing while rocking her to sleep and slowly (and QUIETLY) laying her down, otherwise she’d pop up and the dance would start all over again. As she got older, her sleep became more steady. But it was also riddled with early mornings (some days began...

I survived a Toddler Meltdown and Mercury Retrograde.

I feel like a deserve a freakin’ medal for making it through today alive. Between a toddler meltdown (that started sometime around 8:30 PM yesterday, rekindled again at 4 AM, continued on throughout the morning), burning three pieces toast, AND learning that today was also the start of Mercury being in retrograde … Let’s just say I was contemplating pouring myself a generous glass of wine by 9 AM. A...