If your family is like mine, you've had your fair share of the flu this season. After my oldest daughter recovered a few weeks ago, we thought we were in the clear and then—BAM—my son went down. Our doc prescribed TamiFlu over the phone (same symptoms, sister had it) but then we spent an entire day trying to find a pharmacy that could fill the prescription in a kids' dose! It's been a particularly nasty flu season and I, like Lorae, appreciated the solution of the Scough (scarf+cough). I only . . .
When my cousin Kensi miscarried in 2015, I shared my own experience of pregnancy loss with her, explaining just how quickly I had conceived again, this time with twins. Turns out, no two journeys are the same and my well-meaning but somewhat thoughtless words may have caused Kensi more pain than hope. Three years later, she is walking through a diagnosis of tubal factor infertility with strength and grace. Her journey is her own as she redefines and pursues what brings her joy and purpose in . . .
When I found out I was pregnant with twins, my sister and fellow mom of multiples gave me the sage advice to get my babes on the same schedule. She was the expert so I listened. From the beginning, Henry and Harper napped, nursed, and played together. I changed their diapers and gave them baths at the same time. They sleep trained and started solids together. They went to the same preschool. They still share a bedroom. They've got that special twin thing going on. But a few years ago, I knew . . .
I love how Lorae and I can jump from deeply personal conversations one minute to silly, superfluous dialogue the next. Being able to swim in the deep waters and also hang out in the 2-foot area of the pool is what keeps our friendship interesting. Lorae is my go-to for all things on trend and what's happening in pop culture. She keeps up with it and I don't so she sends me all the good stuff that I must know. She didn't introduce me to every single blogger this week, but I am swooning over Young . . .
Last week, we took away tech and our children staged a coup. Earlier that day at their 7-year well check, Henry and Harper's lifelong pediatrician innocently asked them what they like to do for fun. "Watch TV," said one. "Play video games," said the other. All the tables in that place are child-size so I couldn't crawl under one to hide. It was a true #momfail kind of moment. The overcompensation side of me wanted to shout, "What about the board games, the family walks, your Girl Scout . . .