We all know that having pets in the home can have significant benefits to a child’s growth. They learn empathy, compassion, patience, and responsibility to name a few character traits. Since, dogs are considered man’s best friend they often become the preferred pet for many families, including ours. Like with most things, Joshua and I rarely chose the easy path, and we now have three large pitbulls with two kids under four years old. Every once in a while I’ve been asked something like, “aren’t you worried about having your children around those dangerous animals?” Or we may encounter people who flinch when they see us out and go in the opposite direction. Neither bothers me, but recently I had friends who were denied the opportunity to attend a dog-friendly event because of their dog’s breed which led me to share five truths you need to know about having children and pitbulls. READ MORE
From a young age, girls learn what it means to be a woman by their culture and more importantly by us as parents. Some girls will learn that a woman is to be dainty, soft-spoken, and beautiful. While other girls will learn that a woman is strong, independent, and fierce. If we raise our girls well, they will learn that a woman can be either and all those things and much more. We go on to tell our girls when they are little to dream big; they can choose whatever path they desire. And it works!
It is no surprise that this is a very busy season for us. One in which simple tasks like buying groceries can become too much to do by myself on the weekend so every so often I’ve used a delivery service. A few months ago, I decided to try a new one and as I chose my produce online I found myself choosing more than I normally would, things like tomatoes and greens I’d normally reserve for myself to choose later when I was able to go to the store. While I waited for the company to pack and deliver my groceries I mentioned to Joshua how I felt better about letting this company chose the produce I normally never ordered online. As we discussed this phenomenon, I posed the question: Why? READ MORE
In honor of Valentine’s Day, I wanted to share the story of us. Hope you enjoy. READ MORE
Last night after our two bedtime stories, I sat in the rocking chair holding Remi like I always do waiting for Sofia to fall asleep. Some nights she falls asleep in five minutes but other nights, like last night, it takes her over thirty minutes. I could have left soon after the stories, but I decided when she was younger that I would stay with her until she fell asleep. It helps comfort her having one of us there, and it allows me to have some quite time with her. If the process is particularly long, I let her know that I will be going out and that I will come back in to check on her. She rarely objects.
There we were, in the dark room listening to Angel by Jack Johnson playing quietly in the background. My right leg beginning to feel numb from holding Remi while Sofia attempted to start conversations every five minutes. The first few times I didn’t mind and responded with, “yes, baby… (paused to listen) …okay. It’s time to go to sleep”. But by the sixth or seventh time of her calling out my patience was wearing thin. READ MORE
It’s the end of the year and most of us are looking forward to a new year and a new start. Many of us will set new goals, choose new mantras, and hope for change from the previous year. Whether 2018 proved to be a good or bad year for you, many of us anticipate the opportunity to reset and say goodbye to things we no longer want to be bound to. While I haven’t set goals in several years I do spend time reflecting on the previous year and thinking about how I want to grow as a person in the year to come. Often I’ll also choose a new word I hope to embody in the following year.
This post has little to do with the New Year and new goals. What I do hope to share is a simple truth for our family and many families that often comes with too much shame to even talk about: the life and struggles of being middle class. READ MORE
We have the same bedtime routine almost every night. After dinner and some play time we do the usual bath, brushing of teeth, giving bedtime kisses, and turning off the lights for our final part of bedtime, story time. When Sofia was younger we would read a few of her favorite books and sing a few songs until she drifted off. As she got older, the need for complete darkness in the room increased so, we began to tell her the popular bedtime stories that one always tells. Then one day she asked if I could tell her a story of a blue horse. I knew of no such story so, I made it up.
She loved it.
It’s officially December! While I could do without the cold days, I love this time of year (yup, even though we only get two months of cold here, but I’m from Texas!). I love the music, the lights, buying and decorating the Christmas tree, the time to see loved ones, the time to rest (hopefully), and of course the peppermint flavored everything. This time is also a time of stress for many of us as we navigate through family gatherings, parties, and gift giving. READ MORE