Let’s get a little deeper into uncharted territories and discuss something that has been very hard for me to talk about, my diagnosis of fibromyalgia. Could a bottle of oil be the miracle I’d been searching for?
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Ok moms. It’s time to talk about the thing we do nearly every day…going out in public with kids in tow. Wait, I know what you’re all thinking. Or do I?
I told myself over and over again that I wasn’t good enough. I started to believe everything my brain was telling me. For 20+ years I believed the lies that I’d been telling myself. I’d been standing in my own way for so long that I didn’t have the tools to move on and create a better me. SO…
Mommy
"The Anchor"
The center of the family and usually the most emotionally stable.
Daddy
"The Muscle"
We keep him around for the stuff we can't do and he generally plays the good cop.
Delaney
"The Sass"
First born and it shows...thinks she knows all there is to know at age 8.
Hudson
"Old Soul"
The most loving of the bunch...definitely momma's favorite with a mouth that rarely stops moving.
Monroe
"The Boss"
Smallest of them all but packing the biggest attitude. She knows just how cute she is and isn't afraid to turn on the water works to get her way.