Y’all, I started a blog.
As I sit here and try to begin this post (one I've wanted to write for a long time), I am unsure if there are even words. At least not those of a normal mom who likes to blog. Someone much more experienced at writing, maybe, but not me. I could never do her justice.… Continue reading Ruby
I'm a Momma to such a cool little guy! If you haven't read my post about my sweet boy, Rush, you should! He's a Type-1 Diabetic and living life to the fullest. Two basketball teams, coach-pitch baseball, and football keep us on-the-go with our little warrior. Rush was diagnosed with T1D when he was four.… Continue reading 5 Tips & Tricks for Parents of T1 Diabetic Kids
I'm doing it. I'm making that list I've told you about (that I never stick to). And I'm going to stick to it. (I'll give everyone a free eye-roll.)Not that any of you care, but I'm writing my resolutions down to hold myself accountable. I'll revisit this post next year at this time and see… Continue reading Hello, 2019!
Newsflash (brace yourselves): I'm a Mom and I don't have my crap together. Not even a little. (Yes, I said crap, it's better than what I wanted to say. You'll live.) Do any of us? No, really. Stop the nonsense. Stop the Pinterest-pinning, elaborate present-giving, $1000-themed-birthday-party, everyone-wears matching-jammies-in-pictures-with-full-makeup-and-hair BS. (Disclaimer: I am ridiculously guilty of… Continue reading Mess.
I'm not young anymore. There, I said it. However, there is this weird battle going on between my body and my head. My head says I'm in my 20s. I can make plans to go out and hang with the young ones. My body just laughs...and creaks and pops. I can't stay up as late… Continue reading The Good Stuff
I am a mom. You knew that. It's my favorite hat to wear. I'm also a wife. Friend. Daughter. Sister. Niece. Co-parent. Colleague. Teacher. Club advisor. TEDS Coordinator. Good cop. Sometimes (rarely) bad cop. Grad school participant. The list goes on, and on, and on. I'm a yes-man, to an extreme fault. I keep promises… Continue reading Get it together, Heather.
No, not the cleaning kind. Not the icky, get stiff when they're wet, and carry tons of bacteria kind. The kid kind. The ones that soak in your every single word, action, and thought and spit it back out later to embarrass the hell out of you. (Or reveal some hidden secrets about people you… Continue reading Sponges