Heather
I’m Done Having Bad Days
"How was your day?"
Nearly every day when my husband comes home from work, this is the first question he asks me. And most days, I have the same answer.
"It was hard."
A few weeks ago,...
To the Moms Drinking Mimosas in the Park
It was a beautiful Friday morning in September. As I strolled up to the park hauling five kids under the age of three, I noticed you. I saw your group sitting at a picnic...
What My Daughter has Taught Me about Beauty
I've always been terrified of having daughters.
From the moment I knew I was going to be a mom, I also knew I would prefer a house full of boys. I felt ready to handle...
Brunch Means Love :: Serving up Bacon and Smiles at The Ronald McDonald House...
There is a lot going on in the world today that makes us feel icky. So much hate. So much destruction. So much division. Natural disasters. Sickness. So much sadness. It can be really...
Hanging Up My Cape: Please Don’t Call Me “Supermom”
It happens every time I take my four young children in public. A well-meaning stranger says something to the effect of, "Well look at you, SUPERMOM!"
I'm used to commentary on my family or children...
Seizure 411 :: What To Do if Your Child Has a Seizure
I'll never forget the moment I lived my worst nightmare.
I was doing laundry in the basement. I'd brought my three youngest children in the basement with me, and they were happily playing in the finished,...
It Doesn’t Get Easier; You Get Stronger
The first year with a new baby is HARD.
Like, REALLY hard.
So hard, in fact, older moms in public often offer unsolicited reassurance to strangers they see with infants and toddlers, smiling knowingly and saying "don't worry, hun, after...
On Embracing Seasons
I. Hate. Winter.
There. I said it.
I grew up in Wisconsin, so it's not like I'm not used to the snow, ice, and cold. It's just that I don't like it. Beyond that, I just...
Twenty Milestones for Multiples
When I was pregnant with my first child, I distinctly remember going to the bookstore and pouring over the baby books. I carefully chose the cutest, sweetest one on the shelf. Throughout his first year...
To the Mamas, In the Wake of Violence
We woke up this morning to the news of yet another act of horrific violence. Humanity on humanity; pointless, meaningless, hatred-turned-violence. News like this shakes me to the core. And as I sip my...