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5 Ways to Help Your Kids Get Over the Back-to-School Jet Lag

It’s happening. The thing you thought would never come has come. We’re back to school. Pools are closing. Backpacks are fattening up with things to be done. Buses are rounding the corners like jumbo jets ready to take your kids up and away to higher learning. And on those mornings as you stand at the end of your road and wave them off, the air is just a degree or two cooler and you feel

Can We Retire the Wine-Mom Phenomenon?

Hey moms, let’s talk! Over a glass of wine, or not. The whole wine-mom thing is out of control. Not the drinking per say, although that’s another topic for another day, but the idea of it. This idea that we moms are surviving on wine, caffeine, and chocolate to get us through our happily-harried lives is a myth, an airbrushed reality that only the likes of Facebook and Instagram can manage. We all get it.

8 Ways to Prep for Fall for Kids With Special Needs

Now that autumn draws near, the fall bucket lists on every Pinterest page are starting to fill up. School is back in session. Pumpkin spice everything is everywhere. Scarves and boots are on the racks. Football drafts are in the works. Crockpots are creeping out of the pantry. There’s another layer fall brings for a parent of a child with special needs. There are considerations to be made that don’t fit with the standard protocol.

God’s Face. (Sunday Thoughts Link Up #39)

GENESIS 3:8 Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day…” It was a Sunday and we were on our way home from church. It’s a good thirty-minute drive through farmland past hay bales and cows and horses to which the kids yell out “cow!” and “horse!” every single time, despite the fact that this is not a rare thing. We

What Kind of Mom ARE You?

Well, here’s our first day of school picture…three days late. Let me explain. The twins had a first day of a sort-of preschool last week (also didn’t get a picture). It’s like starter school for three-year-olds. And then on their second day, Jonas pooped. Everybody poops, right? Apparently not everybody poops at school. Because I got a phone call that maybe just maybe I should keep him home for two weeks and really “knock out”

I Met My Best Friend in My Thirties

The NICU is not the place you go to meet people. It’s an intensive care unit, not Cheers. Chances are, if you’re here, it’s a high-pressure situation. The background noise is beeps and buzzes and the whooshing of air in and out of ventilators. There’s a clicking, too, a “tck, tck, tck” of the feeding pumping, counting down the milliliters of milk and vitamins dripping down tubes and into bellies. This is not the soundtrack

I’m THAT Mom at the Consignment Sale

I went to a consignment sale this weekend with my mom. We go twice a year, once in the fall and once in the spring, but the fall is the doozy, the grand hurrah of sales. And this year was no exception. We rocked it, and yes, I did every one of the things I talked about in this article on Her View From Home. Click on the picture to read.   *Linking up with

Church, Old-School. (Sunday Thoughts Link Up #38)

ACTS 2:42-47 42 They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. 43 Everyone was filled with awe at the many wonders and signs performed by the apostles. 44 All the believers were together and had everything in common. 45 They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. 46 Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, 47 praising God

To the Mom of Kids Too Young to Go “Back to School”, I Feel You

I see you giving the side-eye to those school supplies at Target while you’re cruising down the aisle with your Starbuck’s Frapp and kids hanging off every corner of the cart. I know you’d like to ram the Crayola display, just cut a swath of destruction through the notebooks and glitter pens and Moana backpacks. You’d rain down fire on the grocery store for even having back-to-school sales on Lunchables if you could. Because you

If You Love Your OB/GYN, Book Your Next 20 Years of Appointments Now

She ruined her tennis shoes. That’s what I think every time I walk into my OB/GYN’s office for a routine check-up. This woman, a decade older and millennia wiser, ruined her tennis shoes for me. She also saved my life and my babies, all three of them. So when I read in New York Magazine that we’re about to enter an OB/GYN drought, a shortage of epic proportions, I wish I could book my next

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