Tag: lifestyle

Resisting the "Mom" Label: Letting Go Of My 20-Something Self

Resisting the "Mom" Label: Letting Go Of My 20-Something Self
              I like to cheer when 5-month-old baby Gertrude burps or poops. I strangely find joy in sucking a booger loose from her tiny nose with a nose aspirator. Am I lacking a social life? No. Short on sleep? Well, of course, but when you have a tiny infant... Read more »

Living a Microwaved Life: A Frustrated Young Wife Is Forced to Wait

Living a Microwaved Life: A Frustrated Young Wife Is Forced to Wait
Today’s post is from Jess Bedsole of Sparkles and Crafts. I met her last year at our husband’s holiday work celebration and we instantly connected. Full of classy, yet modern energy, Jess’ positive character reflects the views of a younger generation of women and wives…. Enjoy! -Elizabeth   A Microwaved Life Allow me to explain…... Read more »

Saying Goodbye to Fattening Food, Jiggly Arms, and Muffin Tops

Saying Goodbye to Fattening Food, Jiggly Arms, and Muffin Tops
An excerpt from the journal of Elizabeth Rago… Friday, May 25th, 2012 8:22 PM I felt my upper arm flab wagging in the windy Chicago breeze today as I waved at my 5-year-old son. Instantly clutching my jiggling skin, I shamefully tucked my untoned tricep under my armpit and exchanged my exuberant gesture for a... Read more »
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What Were You Thinking? Face-palm Moments With Kids

There is a rule in my home that seems to be broken quite often. I do not think I am an overbearing mother and firmly stand on the idea that rules and structure are good for kids, yet I am still a believer in being flexible and letting kids explore. With one rule, however, I... Read more »

Parents Should Decide How to Market Toys, Not the Toy Companies

Parents Should Decide How to Market Toys, Not the Toy Companies
My kids have been saving up money doing chores around the house. They receive a quarter each day for making their beds and cleaning up their toys at night. At long last, they had each saved up enough money to buy a toy from Toys R’ Us. My 5-year-old son, Raymond, knew exactly what he... Read more »

My Parenting Resume: I'm No Longer An Entry-Level Mother

My Parenting Resume: I'm No Longer An Entry-Level Mother
During my sabbatical, as the sleepless nights and my lack of creative vision continued, I needed some kind of outlet for my twitchy typing fingers and decided to update my resume on LinkedIn to keep me busy. As I browsed through my thesaurus looking for power words like master, impeccable, and wizard, I started to... Read more »
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Spring Cleaning: Purging Toys for Week 1 of the Simple Mom Challenge

Spring Cleaning: Purging Toys for Week 1 of the Simple Mom Challenge
TOYS. Legos, puzzles, half-chewed Jenga blocks, stuffed animals, doll houses, crayons, activity books, action figures, naked Barbies, card games, dinosaurs, purses, dress up clothes, Polly Pocket, baby bottles, thousands of Playmobil pieces, Matchbox cars, paint, stamps… Pulling out the mass of toys from our disheveled hall closet was a little overwhelming. With a sudden urge... Read more »

The Sweat Fest is Over! Anticipating Fall in the Midwest...

The Sweat Fest is Over! Anticipating Fall in the Midwest...
A glorious cool breeze drifted through my kitchen window this morning, exposing the steamy heat of my 6 AM cup of coffee. I giggled with glee when my body broke out into goosebumps! FALL! I am not a huge fan of sweating or any temperature which makes my naturally wavy hair frizz-out more than normal.... Read more »

This too shall pass...meltdowns and temper tantrums

My almost 3-year-old daughter screams most of the day. So much, that I am surprised that the neighbors have not come by to see if the children are alright. The reasons for the screaming varies: the dog sniffing a stuffed animal or a sibling touching her favorite toy, top the list. Anne doesn’t discriminate. She... Read more »
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Puberty and Personal Hygiene: An Embarrassing Flashback

When do kids hit puberty? Well, whenever it is, I remember it well. I was innocently sitting in the back of my parent’s car, sporting a Maggie Simpson t-shirt, when my mother let out the gasp of the century. “What is that SMELL?!” she practically screamed from the driver’s seat. I shrugged my shoulders and... Read more »