Before you pack your cooler with food, your bathing suits, towels and your kids into the car, you need to make sure that you are not at risk of having a weird smell that you can’t get rid of…
Your name is Emily. You are loved. Fiercely. You complete our family, and it is hard to imagine being without you. But you don’t exist. You never did. And you never will.
Having volunteered with Shot@Life for the past several years, I know it’s possible that we may eradicate polio in our lifetime.
I used to invite my friends in to listen to my Michael Jackson album. (And yes…this now sounds like a “back in my day, we used to have to walk 30 miles in the snow UPHILL to get to school…and GAH I feel old.)
He’s become quite the Houdini lately with taking off his diapers—despite them being duck-taped for better security. And his most recent escape was from a diaper full of poop. This is why special needs parenting is emotionally and physically exhausting.
Putting on that bathing suit was a BIG deal for me and my girls’ reactions made an impact. What they think matters more than anything.
I was chatting with a friend about the differences in the way we coparent with our exes. “You and your ex have it easy. I wish we could.”
On one particular visit, I became keenly aware of all of things that I think about while I’m waiting in line at Starbucks. There were 35 to be exact.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
I graduated high school with a ton of bad advice on establishing a credit rating and almost no concept of financial planning beyond “How to Operate a Savings Account.” I don’t want my kids to do that.
Before you pack your cooler with food, your bathing suits, towels and your kids into the car, you need to make sure that you are not at risk of having a weird smell that you can’t get rid of…
Your name is Emily. You are loved. Fiercely. You complete our family, and it is hard to imagine being without you. But you don’t exist. You never did. And you never will.
Having volunteered with Shot@Life for the past several years, I know it’s possible that we may eradicate polio in our lifetime.
I used to invite my friends in to listen to my Michael Jackson album. (And yes…this now sounds like a “back in my day, we used to have to walk 30 miles in the snow UPHILL to get to school…and GAH I feel old.)
He’s become quite the Houdini lately with taking off his diapers—despite them being duck-taped for better security. And his most recent escape was from a diaper full of poop. This is why special needs parenting is emotionally and physically exhausting.
Putting on that bathing suit was a BIG deal for me and my girls’ reactions made an impact. What they think matters more than anything.
I was chatting with a friend about the differences in the way we coparent with our exes. “You and your ex have it easy. I wish we could.”
On one particular visit, I became keenly aware of all of things that I think about while I’m waiting in line at Starbucks. There were 35 to be exact.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
I graduated high school with a ton of bad advice on establishing a credit rating and almost no concept of financial planning beyond “How to Operate a Savings Account.” I don’t want my kids to do that.
