They May Not Always Remember Her, But I Hope They Always Remember the Love
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They May Not Always Remember Her, But I Hope They Always Remember the Love

My grandfather passed away when I was only seven. I have a few distinct memories. I remember he’d take us on walks to pick blackberries. I remember sitting on his lap. I remember him making grilled cheese. I even remember the sound of his voice. (As a first-generation American raised in New England by Italian…

Caring For A Difficult Baby is A Full-Time Job
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Caring For A Difficult Baby is A Full-Time Job

If you’ve ever had a difficult baby, you already know: Caring for a high needs baby is a full-time job. And it’s probably one of the toughest gigs you’ve ever had. I made it through three kids without getting a truly hard baby (which means I also made it through many years without really understanding…

40 Stay at Home Mom Quotes That Are Ridiculously Relatable
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40 Stay at Home Mom Quotes That Are Ridiculously Relatable

Being a stay at home mom has been the most challenging role of my life, without a doubt! I’ve gathered these stay at home mom quotes to provide a mix of inspiration and hilarity to your SAHM days. I hope you can relate to these quotes as much as I do.  (Of course, if you’re…

I’m a stay at home mom and I’m not cleaning — I’m enjoying my two seconds of peace instead.
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I’m a stay at home mom and I’m not cleaning — I’m enjoying my two seconds of peace instead.

My home is a wreck. There, I said it. During normal times as a stay at home mom, keeping my house clean and orderly is quite a challenge, and these are anything but normal times. We’ve been largely stuck at home for so long now. Yes, we’re finally starting to venture out a bit here…

25 Inspirational Pregnancy Quotes That Beautifully Express A Mother’s Experience
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25 Inspirational Pregnancy Quotes That Beautifully Express A Mother’s Experience

I have a pretty snarky sense of humor, so when I assembled a list of funny pregnancy quotes, it was right up my alley. I was surprised to find just how popular that post was, so now it only seems fair to tap into the other side of pregnancy — with a list of beautiful,…

To My Last Baby – A Letter In The Final Weeks Before We Meet
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To My Last Baby – A Letter In The Final Weeks Before We Meet

To My Last Baby, We’re in the final weeks before we’ll finally meet face-to-face. For most of this rough pregnancy, it seemed like this point would never get here, yet here it is. These last weeks look a lot different than they did with your older siblings. With them, there was still a great deal…

As the end of my last pregnancy approaches, I don’t feel sad. I feel relieved.
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As the end of my last pregnancy approaches, I don’t feel sad. I feel relieved.

I’ve seen so many articles lately about the sadness that surrounds your last pregnancy, the last opportunity to grow life. With each one I come across, I think “I can see how she feels that way, but nope. Not me.” I’m grateful to the point of tears that we’ve been able to grow our family…

The Truth About Parenting: I Won’t Miss This, But I Will Miss Them

The Truth About Parenting: I Won’t Miss This, But I Will Miss Them

I won’t miss this, but I will miss them. I won’t miss the constant disaster in my house. I won’t miss sticky counters and floors, the “What’s that smell” and the worst, “Why is this wet?!” But I will miss the evidence of their little lives all around me. Right now, any place in my…

A Letter to My Oldest Child, When I Forget You’re Still Little, Too

A Letter to My Oldest Child, When I Forget You’re Still Little, Too

To My Dear Firstborn, You’re my oldest child. The biggest. The ruler of the siblings. You can dress yourself, brush your own teeth, and mostly follow instructions. You can help your little brother with his shoes and his coat. You can read and write. You have your own hobbies and interests. I don’t have to…

To The Mom of All Boys or All Girls – On having a baby of the same sex (again!)
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To The Mom of All Boys or All Girls – On having a baby of the same sex (again!)

People have been asking me how I’m feeling since finding out I’m having another boy, making me a mom of all boys permanently (this is our last baby). They ask cautiously, like they’re creeping onto a field of landmines. The answer is: I’m feeling fine. (Well, actually, I feel like garbage, but that’s pregnancy nausea…