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What’s In My Bag?

Even if it has been cleaned out a hundred times, my diaper bag somehow is the place where everything collects. To be fully transparent and share you aren’t the only one with a crazy bag full of surprises… here is a glance. The Outside On the outside, it looks clean. Zipped up, you would never […]

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Best Friends

BMFF (Best Mommy Friend Forever)

I don’t think it’s any secret that moms need friends. Especially a wonderful mommy friend. We need friends to keep our sanity, to validate our worries, to cry with during tough times, to lean on when caffeine runs low, and most importantly, to help chase after the littles (because zone defense is always better than […]

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Technology

Technology – The Drug of Millennials

I’ll be the first to admit it, my phone is always within arm’s reach. I cherish it like it’s an appendage. If I lose it, I quite literally feel broken, nervous and may even experience some withdrawal symptoms not dissimilar to cocaine addicts during detox… And I’m pretty sure you’d be lying if you said […]

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You Do You, Momma

Don’t let her sleep with you, you’ll create bad habits. Don’t feed him to sleep. Don’t rock her to sleep. Don’t let him sleep in the swing. Rock the baby. Bounce the baby. Put the baby in the swing. Put the baby in your bed. Sleep the baby in the car seat. Sit in the […]

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Keeping Up With The Joneses

We’ve all been there. You show up to preschool, proud of yourself for getting there on time (okay, 5 minutes late). Your kids are dressed AND have shoes on (it doesn’t matter if they are on the correct feet, they are ON), and they’ve eaten breakfast (half a * mostly thawed * pancake and a cup […]

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I’m Not Speaking To My 2-Year-Old

When I was growing up, my mother drove home the age-old adage “if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” Day in, and day out, she found a way to sneak it into our conversation. I, of course, didn’t listen and chose to run my mouth anyway. My mother was a saint. Despite […]

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