My Own "F" Words
Today I asked my son what he wanted for dinner. He happily exclaimed, “chicken nuggets!” which was what I was hoping for. “And tater tots!” my daughter added – done and done. I preheated the oven and started making myself a salad as my daughter told me I’m the best cook ever (ha!). Take that
Imagine if you will that its a hot summer day. You’re driving down the road and see kids riding bikes, a man running with his dog, a woman mowing a lawn, and the neighborhood kids running gleefully through the sprinkler that they have set up on their front lawn. You pass a lemonade stand and
I’ve been a little off my game this week. I haven’t been running, I haven’t been working out, and my eating has been terrible. So I called for a restart tomorrow. But where is the starting line? I’ve called for a restart too many times to count in my life. Restart on healthy eating, restart
I turned 32 three weeks ago and flipped a switch. I was done being out of shape and tired all the time. So I started eating better and running. But just because my body isn’t what it once was, doesn’t mean it’s weak. I’ve given birth to three babies completely naturally. I’ve been breastfeeding or
I always wanted a daughter. I always pictured the dresses and the bows and all things girl. Until a basketball game. My friends mom came to watch him play along with his three older brothers. Four boys and their mama. I started to warm up to the idea of being a boy mom. When I
