Traveling with toddlers can be anxiety ridden, but when Hayes was sick, we promised ourselves that we would never miss an opportunity to make memories. Spending time with one another is all that matters because those are the things we carry with us long after we are apart. So, regardless of the time change, and regardless of napless days, we headed to the Big Island of Hawaii as the Tate Party of 8. Read More
The preparation and lead up to our Hawaii vacation was filled with so much anxiety. Six hours, trapped on a plane, a two hour layover, with 5 kids, 2 of which are 3 years old and professionals at tantruming….this is every parents anxiety-ridden worst nightmare. So, I began preparing a little over a month ago. I was going into this flight with all the bells and whistles. It was Steve and I verses the 3 year olds.
Before I go into the items I added to their “airplane backpacks”, I have to say, in order to keep you reading, I might be borderline genius because it ended up being 6 hours of peaceful toddler entertainment. Total and complete success! In the airplane battle of parents verses toddlers, Steve and I dominated!
I bought them their backpacks to start out with. I chose bright and memorable backpacks so that if I lost them in the airport during the layover, they would be easily recognizable and memorable. And also, they are so cute that both of them were obsessed with wearing them.
I recently ran into an old friend at a restaurant. She was celebrating her birthday with her friends and I gave her a celebratory hug. She simply replied that she was just relieved that she was still in her 20’s. It got me thinking…how do I feel about being in my 30’s? How do I feel about aging? How do I feel that my friend basically dreads being my age? Legitimately my stress with aging is disappearing by the hour. Read More
I was out running errands yesterday and I was stuck at a red light at an intersection. As we sat there in the car, my mind was simply thinking about the next thing on the errand list, but Wes broke that thought and yelled, “Look mom! Ducks!” He yelled this as he pointed at a fenced in, chain linked yard filled with ducks, enjoying the summer afternoon like they owned the yard. I immediately was confused by the sight…I mean what the heck are ducks doing in a regular, slightly small, neighborhood yard? Wes was fascinated! He immediately asked, “Those ducks are their pets? Can we get one?” Read More
Hi everyone…I feel like it has been a while since I introduced myself…like really introduced myself. Do you even know who I am? How did you find me?
You know how they say grief is like the ocean? I have hit that point in the waves where I want to run away with my family. I literally day dream about selling all of our valuables and our home and moving to a remote tropical island and living off the land with Steve and my kids. A place where shoes and brushing your hair is completely optional. To get away from the heaviness of the world. Don’t panic, I won’t, because the logical side of me is still very much intact. But, part of me wishes I were that brave because my family feels closest to Hayes near the ocean. It feels like home. Read More
When it came to potty training my first child, I was doing my research from the time Bo was 6 months old and on. I had a game plan and knew exactly what I had to do to get him going in the potty like a champ in no time. I was pretty certain that he was going to receive the Guiness Book World Record for Youngest Infant in History to be potty trained. I started and quickly came to the realization that Bo was not interested. He was perfectly fine wetting and even worse, pooping his pants all day long. It was a nightmare. I pushed him so hard and he pushed right back. It was at the ripe old age of 4 1/2 that he finally decided he should get on board with our plans to avoid me permanently losing my mind. So, why am I starting my “How to potty train your toddler” post with a story of failure? Because here is the thing….every child is different. What works for one child doesn’t necessarily work for another. And to further that, you as a parent have to be ready. It takes some dedication but once you both are on board, you are good to start!
Let’s be honest with each other for a second. I love my babies…..here is the thing though, they are freaking hard lately! They wear me out. By the time 7:00pm rolls around, I just want to go to sleep. They are in the heart of the terrible threes, which from my experience is twenty thousand times worse than the twos. Sometimes I just want them contained on the couch so that I know they aren’t throwing a tantrum in the front yard. I always go the easiest route which ends up being TV, far too often. But, today as I was brainstorming what I should make for dinner, I decided on kabobs and it hit me, I wanted the babies to help me. I am fairly certain I have figured out a life changing activity for my kids. Read More
I woke up yesterday feeling blah. A typical Monday morning times 100. I miss Hayes so much sometimes. These down times usually last me an hour or two, but by yesterday afternoon, I realized I was still feeling the funk of my new normal. I sat on the couch, Peppa Pig blasting in the background when all of a sudden, I heard the front door open and Heath taking off down the street in laughter. The babies have been escaping lately and in that moment of hearing his giggles drifting away, I immediately regretted the fact that I hadn’t invested in the chain locks I had been looking at the week prior. And with a frustrated groan I headed after him. Read More
I was cleaning out my basement and organizing the clutter into “keep” or “trash” piles. I had made my way into Mia’s room and the trash pile was getting larger and larger. I added a few notebooks to the pile when I noticed a green “H” sticker on the outside. So I opened it up to find a “Dear Hayes” notebook! I had almost thrown this away. But, in my defense, Mia has a very bad habit of keeping everything she has ever been given, including candy wrappers. She is a hoarder through and through, bless her heart. Read More