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Netflix Social Experiment… Teens

Every day, after I pick up my daughter from school, I ask her how her day was. I get creative because I know that this type of closed ended question can lead to answers like, “fine,” “good,” “okay.” So I ask her what songs they sang, what games she played at recess, who she hung…

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I’m THAT Mom

Last week we were invited to a school BBQ, an opportunity to meet the teacher, see the classroom, and mingle with other parents. We received a reminder call the night before, the little voices on the other end reminding us to bring money. I was giddy. You want more money? Ok! Anything! Just let me…

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Tips for Taking Care of your Skin

No one said that being a mom was ever easy. Hardly having the time to breathe, many moms neglect their skin without realizing the damage they’re doing. Barring the occasional visit to the beauty salon, what are some sure-fire ways to maintain healthy and radiant skin while not spending hours in front of a mirror?…

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Ten Reason’s Mom’s are Ninja’s

I’ve realized a few things since being a mom. I’m actually a lot more than that…   1. We wear black a lot of the time and tell people it’s slimming 2. We “have eyes in the back of our head” and ears around corners. 3. We have reflexes like a cat and can prevent…

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You Know You’re a Mom When

I used to wonder when I would feel like a mom. Would it be when my child looked up at me with tear drop eyes? Would it be when I heard her say I love you for the first time? Maybe the first time I softly sang my child off to sleep. Beotch please. Being a mother is…

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Becoming My Mother

I glanced over to where my arm wrapped around my daughter while we sat side by side in the chair. My mommy chair. The designated spot where I sit and always have. I looked down at where my hand rested along the side of her arm and did a double take, not sure who’s hand…

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Mean Mom

“YOU’RE MEAN!” Hearing those words for the first time didn’t go like I thought it would, sweet girl. I remember playing over and over in my head the day that you would scream, or squeak, or whisper that sentence because of frustration, or anger and I would let the tears fall. I would because I…

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This Chick Right Here

I remember rocking my sweet baby after she had just barfed all over me (for the fourth time) and thinking about her toddler years; imagining long nights of slumber, days filled with fun, my sweet girl on my lap reading with me. But this chick right here? Isn’t following my toddler vision. Apparently when you’re…

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Little Girl Turned Trucker

Today my daughter boomed her first F. She didn’t just boom it… she sounded it out. FAAAUUUUCCCCKKKKAAAAAA. With her fingers tightly wrapped around a marker, arm high in the air, her little girl face looked back and forth between her fathers’ and mine. Her lips curled around the sounds the F and the K made…

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Tag Archive: mom

Netflix Social Experiment… Teens

Every day, after I pick up my daughter from school, I ask her how her day was. I get creative because I know that this type of closed ended question can lead to answers like, “fine,” “good,” “okay.” So I ask her what songs they sang, what games she played at recess, who she hung…

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I’m THAT Mom

Last week we were invited to a school BBQ, an opportunity to meet the teacher, see the classroom, and mingle with other parents. We received a reminder call the night before, the little voices on the other end reminding us to bring money. I was giddy. You want more money? Ok! Anything! Just let me…

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Tips for Taking Care of your Skin

No one said that being a mom was ever easy. Hardly having the time to breathe, many moms neglect their skin without realizing the damage they’re doing. Barring the occasional visit to the beauty salon, what are some sure-fire ways to maintain healthy and radiant skin while not spending hours in front of a mirror?…

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Ten Reason’s Mom’s are Ninja’s

I’ve realized a few things since being a mom. I’m actually a lot more than that…   1. We wear black a lot of the time and tell people it’s slimming 2. We “have eyes in the back of our head” and ears around corners. 3. We have reflexes like a cat and can prevent…

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You Know You’re a Mom When

I used to wonder when I would feel like a mom. Would it be when my child looked up at me with tear drop eyes? Would it be when I heard her say I love you for the first time? Maybe the first time I softly sang my child off to sleep. Beotch please. Being a mother is…

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Becoming My Mother

I glanced over to where my arm wrapped around my daughter while we sat side by side in the chair. My mommy chair. The designated spot where I sit and always have. I looked down at where my hand rested along the side of her arm and did a double take, not sure who’s hand…

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Mean Mom

“YOU’RE MEAN!” Hearing those words for the first time didn’t go like I thought it would, sweet girl. I remember playing over and over in my head the day that you would scream, or squeak, or whisper that sentence because of frustration, or anger and I would let the tears fall. I would because I…

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This Chick Right Here

I remember rocking my sweet baby after she had just barfed all over me (for the fourth time) and thinking about her toddler years; imagining long nights of slumber, days filled with fun, my sweet girl on my lap reading with me. But this chick right here? Isn’t following my toddler vision. Apparently when you’re…

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Little Girl Turned Trucker

Today my daughter boomed her first F. She didn’t just boom it… she sounded it out. FAAAUUUUCCCCKKKKAAAAAA. With her fingers tightly wrapped around a marker, arm high in the air, her little girl face looked back and forth between her fathers’ and mine. Her lips curled around the sounds the F and the K made…

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