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It Happens In A Blink

During the first year of being a mom of three, I kept a song on repeat in my head — Trace Adkins’ You’re Gonna Miss This. Every time I was over whelmed with changing diapers and crying babies, I sang the lyrics out loud.

You’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
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A Wish for My Daughter

The other day my two-year-old daughter had just finished getting dressed when she walked in front of the mirror and said “I’m so beautiful!” There was no hesitation, no studying to make sure her hair looked just right or her clothes matched. She just said it. It made me smile.

My wish for her is that she will always be able to look at herself in the mirror and without questioning it say “I’m so beautiful!”

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Preschoolers and Escalators

As a mother, we are supposed to teach our children the ways of the world.  The ins and outs, the ups and downs.  They trust us to prepare them so that one day, when they are on their own they will be able to handle things on their own.

While I am sure it’s not my only short coming as a parent, I realized the other day that I am failing my job in a certain area.  Escalators. My kids are clueless when it comes to these moving stairs.  In Jackson’s prime escalator learning years, the twins were babies and in a stroller so we took the elevator every where.  Now with three kids 4 and under I just don’t see how one adult can teach three kids at once how ride the escalators. Keep Reading…

The Ladies of the Locker Room.

Recently I had to switch my work out schedule.  It’s only been a few days, but I miss my old routine already.  The new routine isn’t that bad.  My new time at the gym is a much less popular time so it’s nice to have all the open equipment. But I’m starting to miss the conversation. Not so much the conversation that I took part in, but the conversations I would over hear.  There is one group of women in particular that I will miss.  I call them “The Ladies.” Keep Reading…

No Mixing = No Fun

Yesterday my four-year-old asked to play with play-doh.  We’ve had play-doh in the house for about two years and have played with it about five times.  Mainly because I find it the most stressful activity in the world.  Actually, I’m sure things like finger painting, or even regular painting with paint brushes are more stressful.  But I’ve convinced my children that those crafts are only allowed at preschool.  I wish I had included play-doh in that group. But I didn’t. And last Christmas, we got the mega pack of play-doh and accessories.

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