I remember it like it was yesterday- the very first time I ever sat my daughter on the potty. I had read in some book that 9 months was the perfect age to begin potty training because at that stage the children are less defiant and very much want to please their parents. So one morning right after my daughter… Read More
Mother’s Day, my birthday, our wedding anniversary- what do all of these things have in common? They all happen in May! And my poor husband gets hammered with gift giving week after week. So this year I decided to help the guy out (and anyone else out there searching for that perfect Mother’s Day or anniversary gift). So go ahead and read… Read More
Yesterday was one of those days when I really needed to go get some groceries. After being away from home and traveling for a few weeks, there was almost nothing edible in the house. I had even scraped the last bit of peanut butter remnants onto sandwiches for the kids our first morning back. It was absolutely imperative that I… Read More
This guest post is written by Heather, a friend from college and fellow military spouse. When you finish reading, head over to her blog to check out more of her great work! ~Sarah~ A few nights ago, I was feeling restless. I have this constant struggle after my kiddos are in bed…do I stay up for a while and… Read More
Often times when someone hears we homeschool, the conversation starts to get a little awkward. It seems as though many people have an outdated and limited understanding of what homeschooling is. Many times they voice concerns about “socialization”. And I get it, I do. I used to think the same thing. I never imagined I would be a homeschooling parent…. Read More
As I commented once again to my husband, “Man, my back really hurts” I thought about why that was. It’s because I lift and tote a 25-pound toddler around all day! I am amazed at how physical the job of being a mama is! Many of us carried our sweet little ones around inside of us for months before they… Read More
Her shrill scream was ear-piercing as we drove away from her grandparents’ house. Her defiant “NO!” shouted loudly in our present laden, packed full car. “Hand it to mommy” I firmly stated. “Obey your mother” reinforced her papa. Her little fist still clutched tightly around her treasure.