That’s the number of Saturdays we get with our kids between birth and when they turn 18. Less than 1,000 Saturdays before they become adults. Since I work full time Monday through Friday, my weekend are pretty sacred to me already. I had never thought about how finite those weekends were until I saw another mom mention it. It’s amazing how fast those Saturdays go. Now that Super F is 7, we only have 572 left! It got me thinking about how I’ve spent those first 364 Saturdays, and whether I’ve made the most of them. We have definitely had some fantastic Saturdays in those years, but I’m sure some were squandered away. Now that I know the number, I’m going to do my best to fill those Saturdays with some awesome memories for him to carry with him after we hit the 936th one.



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Raise the Child You Have…

I learned this lesson the hard way. Super F loved playing ball with us at home in the backyard, or at the park, so the logical step was to sign him up for T-Ball, right? Wrong. He loves playing at SBC_pw-sl-tbhome, but put him on a field with 12 other 5/6 year olds? He didn’t enjoy it as much as I hoped he would. I figured it was a right of passage for little boys to play T-ball, as all the boys in my extended family played, and so did my husband when he was little. So, even though he hadn’t expressed much interest in playing on a team, I signed him up anyway. The end result was that he played on the team, but he didn’t enjoy it, or fall in love with the game. T-ball just isn’t for him.

So, now I’m working on raising the child I have, not the one I thought I had. I am going to try harder to listen to him and what he wants to do, and not pressure him into an activity he isn’t interested in. We will keep up with the monthly drawing classes at the library that he LOVES and the weekly swimming lessons, where he is flourishing. We found an acting workshop he is excited to try out, and if he wants to pick up another sport, that will be fine with me, and if not, that will also be fine. The goal is to let him experience different things and find what he loves to do. T-Ball isn’t it. Lesson learned.


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I’m Addicted To…

I’ve been trying hard to instill a love of reading in Super F (and I think it’s working! He’s been spotted reading quietly on his own on multiple occasions now), and so I try to get him new books he will enjoy on a regular basis. I was raised around a lot of books. Both of my parents loved to read, and family excursions were often to book stores where we would spend a couple of hours looking at books and finding the ones we wanted to read. We would each come out with our own bag to tide us over until our next trip. Interspersed in there were trips to the library to check out an armful of books at a time. So, it’s no surprise that I’m following down this same path with Super F.


Which leads me to the box of books I have purchased for his upcoming birthday over the last few months. I may have gone a little overboard…but I can’t help it. I think I might have a book addiction.

Is there something you have become addicted to buying for your kids? Maybe cute bows for your little girls curls, or shoes for your boy like a friend of mine, or maybe matchbox cars that remind you of your childhood? The first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem, so share your addiction with me here…


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Mom! Stop!

So, last night we pulled up to Super F’s T-ball game and as we were getting out of the car, I went to give him a quick hug and kiss to wish him luck before his game. Suddenly, he said “Mom! No, don’t kiss me!” I asked him why and he said he didn’t want me to give him a kiss or hug in public. Ugh! I knew this day was coming, but I thought he would be older than 6 when it did.


Luckily he still lets me give hugs and kisses at home, so I’ll just have to try to sneak a few more in to make up for it! My sweet little boy is growing up and I’m happy that he is becoming more independent, but it makes me a little sad too. It feels like the end of an era, and one of the last little boy things I’m losing as my son becomes a “big kid”.

Have your kids asked you not to hug and kiss them in public, and what age were they when it started?



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Reward Chart Backfire

So, in an effort to expand Super F’s responsibilities around the house (and to remind him of his current responsibilities), we decided to start using a reward chart for him.


I remember my parents using one for my sister and I as children, and it was a good reminder of the things we were expected to do. So, we hung the chart where he could see it and he got stickers for each activity on each day. If he didn’t complete a task on a day, we would put an X instead of a sticker. If he got 3 X’s, he wouldn’t receive reward at the end of the week, but if he had a perfect chart, he would get a bonus ($1). So, we started using the chart and after a few weeks Dean mentioned that he felt that Super F’s concern for handling his responsibilities was worse than we started the chart, and I noticed the same thing. So we quit using the chart and Super F’s behavior went back to normal. Has anyone else experienced this? Do you use reward charts, and do they work well for you?


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Parenting Fail 

Today was one of those days. It started out with me hitting snooze. I was tired, exhausted actually. I should have gotten up and losing those extra ten minutes hurt me. Instead of getting myself together I was woken up by Baby C2 who needed to be fed. Then he wanted to be held and played with. The “schedule” went down the drain.

I had a huge meeting today which meant I had to be more than business presentable, I had look put together.  This caused me to wake H up late and subsequently rush him. Do you know what it looks like when you rush a toddler? As you can imagine disaster ensued. 

When we arrived at school I realized I forgot it was water play day. I had reminders set on my phone. I had calendars & emails. I just didn’t remember as I set to start out the day. This left poor H without a bathing suit or a shirt. I received an F.

Next I reach into the diaper bag to grab Baby C2’s bottles for the day. There are no bottles. Andy forgot to put them in the bag and I forgot to check on them. Once again I received an F.

Because of all of the delays and mishaps I couldn’t pump before my 5 hour meeting. Let’s just say this caused a bit of pain. Finally, I forgot to grab my breakfast.

My day was officially a hot mess.

Fortunately, Andy was able to bring the bottles and a swimsuit. I grabbed a bagel and made it to my meeting right on time. I wasn’t able to pump, but I made it through the first meeting and pumped quickly before the second one.

I started the day off feeling like a failure, but I recovered nicely with the help of my hubby and some fancy maneuvering. 

Are your kids, loved, fed and well taken care of? If the answer is yes, just remember there is no F in parenting.

Tell me about your crazy day? I know there are better stories out there.

Peace, Love & Recovering,


Multitasking Mayhem

mom juggling tasksThe ability to effectively multitask seems to be all the rage these days, however my husband brought up a great point last week.  We are not designed for multitasking.  As our society has become preoccupied with productivity and efficiency, we have lost the ability to be devoted to and engaged with one task at a time.  Often times, losing our effectiveness.   As moms I believe we often struggle with this the most; I sure


Multitasking is defined as “the handling of more than one task at the same time by a single person”.  We often want more, so we feel we have to do more…seemingly all at the same time.  So, what does this look like on a daily basis?

● Emailing your child’s teacher about parent/teacher conference while on a conference call for work

● Checking email while at your child’s soccer practice

● Texting your co-worker, while at a stoplight, about tomorrow’s meeting

●  Planning the week’s grocery list in your mind while checking voicemail

● Rehearsing your sales pitch in your mind while your child reads to you

It’s so unfortunate that we find it so hard to be in the moment.  As a matter of fact, I am writing this post as Junior plays at the playground, while waiting for Kid Flash, who is across the parking lot at soccer practice (thus the constant references to soccer).

Our minds are so crowded with and distracted by impending assignments that we don’t know where to begin half the time.  We don’t know whether we’re coming or going.  So, we run around like chickens with our heads cut off, scrambling from one task to another.


A recent (Oct. 2014) Forbes article cites that “Multitasking reduces your efficiency and performance because your brain can only focus on one thing at a time. When you try to do two things at once, your brain lacks the capacity to perform both tasks successfully.”  Click here to read the full article.

Imagine a world where we didn’t feel the pressure to get everything done all at once…and get it done yesterday.  Is everything that we’re rushing to do really that important or urgent?  Each of us has to make that determination on our own.  Just think, having a “one track mind” might not be so bad.

Until next time-

“Better one handful with tranquillity than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.” (Ecclesiastes 4:6 NIV)

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What to Do When Your Plan is Derailed

In January I started training with a friend for the Color Run. It is a 5K in May so I have lots of time to get ready for it. I trained for 4.5 weeks before “the derailment.” The training occurred despite sleepless nights, crazy work schedules and baby sick issues. I was so proud I had kept it up!

Then the train jumped the tracks and collided with life. It started with exhaustion. Baby C2 was on month two of a horrible ear infection that would eventually lead to tubes. He had gone from sleeping through the night to getting up twice a night. I could feel myself hitting the proverbial wall. Then everyone came down with the winter crud. Our house was a sick bay for almost a month as we took turns passing it back and forth. Finally, H needed more mommy time. He started having trouble with us going to work during the day and wanted to be rocked again at night. This meant sometimes he didn’t go to bed until 8:30 or 9:00 PM. 7:30 PM is their normal bedtime. Have you tried going running at 9:00 PM? It is possible, but it totally derails your sleep patterns. I was exhausted, at my wits end and felt pulled in a gazillion directions. 

So I took a 3 week hiatus. I finally stopped feeling guilt and decided to get through Baby C2’s surgery, make sure everyone was well, and finish H’s birthday before I recommitted to my goal. 

It is about the journey not the destination and I hope to start back this week training. As long as I get back on the horse, and ultimately make it to the finish line in May, then the rest of it is semantics.

Here is to embracing derailment and bouncing back!

Peace, Love and Enjoying the Journey


And the Oscar Goes To…

I didn’t watch the Oscars on Sunday night.   So sue me.  I enjoy movies just as much as the next person, but these people make a great deal of money for what they do.  As their fans we subsidize their extravagant lifestyles.  How much recognition do they need?  Designers GIVE them dresses that cost more than my car.  Attendees receive gift baskets full of gifts that are worth more than my home.  Then they sashay up to the stage to receive awards for being someone else.  Afterwards they party like it’s 1999.  I’m sorry, I can’t do it anymore.

As a society we recognize and give great honors for things that are less than deserving while allowing the people and achievements that matter go unrecognized.  Well, I, for one, am tired of it.  It’s time to stand up for the true honorees!  The ones who:

● give up their lives for another

● endure sleepless nights to care for another

● work tirelessly to provide for the needs (and many wants) of another

● take their time to diligently teach and instruct others

● spend countless hours counseling others

● risk their safety to protect others

● hold back tears to console others through heartaches and disappointments

● neglect their own health to nurse others back to health

● forego their own commitments to constantly chauffeur others

And the Oscar for Best Mom in “A Child’s Life” goes to…YOU!!!

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God bless you for all you do!

Until next time…

“Give to everyone what you owe them: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.”  (Romans 13:7 NIV)

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