Bittersweet reality of parenting a teen, where they reject your hugs and crush your heart. But the next day, is a new day. Just hang on.

The day I woke up when some people just went to bed. I didn’t do this on purpose.

I recount the time I actually had time to myself during the day, away from my clingy 1-year old. Sure, my legs went numb, but those 10 minutes were glorious.

When nostalgia sucker-punches you in the moments you least expect it. I found myself holding back tears during my daughter’s optometrist appointment, of all places.

Sometimes the people who change your life are the ones who never even knew they were auditioning for the part.

Is my toddler a musical prodigy or are my standards just that low? Watching Evie sing along in the bath, I couldn’t help but wonder. Parenthood definitely has a way of making even the smallest moments feel genius… or maybe I just need more adult friends.

Our Christmas plans took a surprising turn when a farm became our holiday adventure! From petting pigs to harvesting veggies, we found peace in the dirt and sun, trading screen time for real life.

I grew up with one Big Christmas. Just one. And it’s been haunting me ever since, shaping the way I approach Christmas with my kids. Do I overdo it? Is this year their last Big Christmas? Welcome to my annual holiday mind-wrestle where childhood scarcity meets modern-day parenting… but this year, I’m letting go of that fear and just embracing the joy.

We don’t do date nights. Not because we’re too cool for them, but because, well, life. But after 20 years and 3 kids, we tried it out: dinner, axe throwing, and not talking about the kids for once. Spoiler: we survived.