I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve actually been measured for a bra. During my 20s, my typical bra shopping method consisted of grabbing the size I was currently wearing and maybe a size bigger or smaller depending. I’d end up getting whichever of the two seemed to fit better.We… Continue reading
Tiny fingers Tiny toes Chubby cheeks A button nose. Changing diapers Sleepless nights Overwhelming Hold on tight. Finally crawling Peek- a-boo Eating solids A smile, too. Walking, running Moving fast Cherished moments They won’t last. Loving, hugging Kiss good-night My sweet child All is right. Off to school now Please don’t cry “I’ll be fine,… Continue reading
Cleaning up bloody noses, vomit, urine, and poop are just a few of the perks of parenthood. And unfortunately, they end up on the most unfavorable places, like the back seat of your car, on your sofa cushions, splashed across your comforter and even on your favorite new shirt. In the past, I simply threw out… Continue reading
I am so excited to be blogging for MichMoms, but to be honest, if someone had asked me three years ago what a blog was, I couldn’t tell you. Becoming a blogger was not on my life to-do list (partly because when I was originally formulating my life plan, blogs didn’t exist). I’ve always loved… Continue reading
This week is Michigan Money Smart Week. Several programs are going on around the state providing free advice to help educate families about money matters. In fact, the Bank of Birmingham is meeting with Detroit area fifth-graders this week. They also have provided some tips today to help parents talk with their children about money… Continue reading
My parents hosted parties around the year. Music filled our house as much as the people. I remember the rich smells of my mother’s cooking, clinking glasses, trickling conversations and the vibrant tones of notes cascading throughout. Sometimes the music escaped speakers, carefully selected to fit the mood of the event, but most of the… Continue reading
As the controversy over a Democratic strategist’s comment this week that Ann Romney, the wife of GOP frontrunner Mitt Romney and a mother to five boys, “has never worked a day in her life” continues to swirl, I think the point Hilary Rosen may have been trying to make was completely lost. For anyone who… Continue reading
The first time that I saw “Toy Story 3,” I was sitting in the back of my van at the drive-in movie theater next to my three boys. Not knowing how the movie was going to end, I remember sobbing uncontrollably, holding on to my oldest for dear life. As we drove away, I vowed… Continue reading
I am the oldest of three children and the only girl. Growing up, I never had to share a room, makeup, clothes, friends or deal with clashing hormones. Now, I live in a house where I am the oldest of three females. My daughters borrow clothes, invade my personal space, try on my makeup, and… Continue reading
I am the queen of good intentions and poor time management. I am also the queen of taking on too many projects. So when my mom asked if she could come visit us this week, I said, “Sure. We have nothing going on.” Apparently “nothing going on” was code for “come witness me trying to… Continue reading