Adding a 5th kid into the mix won’t make a difference I said. Going from 3 kids to 4 kids was hardly noticeable, so I imagine going from 4 to 5 won’t be a big deal either. I was wrong. Continue reading I Was Wrong. Five Kids is Tough
So this is my 200th post. That’s a lot of rambling on. Some posts have been funny, some touching, some terrible and a lot recently have been commercialized. The sponsored posts and reviews have turned into a monster I didn’t foresee. Sure, getting free stuff and making money to do something I was already doing for fun anyway is nice. But at some point it’s started to go contrary to why I started my blog to begin with, and why people were somewhat drawn to it.
Sponsored post by Lunchbox. All opinions are my own.
Learning to ride a bike is a childhood rite of passage. The falls and scrapes are all worth it in the end when you are finally able to ride free with the wind in your face and your worries at your back. For a kid a bike is freedom. It’s the greatest form of personal transportation until you get your driver’s license. But the process of learning can be challenging and scary. Thankfully Schwinn and Toys”R”Us are here to help. Continue reading Learning how to Ride a Bike
I know some of you aren’t going to like to hear what I have to say, but sometimes you just have to speak up and say what others won’t. Sometimes you have to speak up in a world of chaos and be the voice of sound reason. I’m going to type it plain and simple: you need to cover your baby. Continue reading Dear Breastfeeding Moms, Cover Your Babies
Summer is finally here! Well it was yesterday, now it’s winter again today. Seems to be a bunch of wild weather and temperature swings across the country in the past few days. Today has dipped into a very windy and chilly day in the 50s, but the past several days have been beautiful around here and got upwards of 80 degrees.
And when the weather gets that nice, it’s time for me to break out the flip flops. I essentially wear sandals for 9 months out of the year here in Florida. I don’t have anything against closed toed shoes but when it’s hot I want my feet to be cool. Plus, sandals are easier to slip on as I’m running out the door with my flock of children. Continue reading It’s time for the Flip Flops again
I’ve been a parent of 5 kids for a month now. It’s been a little bit of an adjustment period for everyone but overall it’s going fairly smoothly. There have been a few things I’ve noticed and I’ve decided I’d share them. Continue reading 4 Weeks, 5 Kids, 6 Observations
I met my Grandma shortly after I was born. I was actually lucky enough to have meet all my grandparents hours after I was born. I was fortunate that all 4 of my grandparents were heavily involved in my life and I got to know all of them quite closely. I lost both my grandfathers when I was 15 and then I lost one of my grandmas a few years later. I consider myself blessed to have spent time with all of them hours before they passed.
My final grandma lived much longer. My last remaining grandparent quietly passed away in the early morning hours yesterday. Our 35 year relationship finally came to an end. As I think back, I realize she impacted me in a lot of ways.
Every summer, my sister and I would stay with her and my granddaddy while my parents worked. Monday through Friday my parents would drop us off on their way into work and pick us up on the way home. She would take my sister and I to the library to get books for the week. She was an avid reader and loved mysteries. Her love of mysteries rubbed off on me. She loved Indiana Jones and Rambo. We watched those VHS tapes so much I’m surprised they didn’t break. To this day the Indiana Jones franchise is easily my favorite movies. I believe Rambo is my sisters.
They had a pool and we loved to go swimming everyday. She taught us how to dive and how to jump into the pool without holding our noses. We would regularly take walks around their neighborhood and she instilled in us to stay on the sidewalk so we didn’t accidentally step in dog poop. To this day I make sure to stay on sidewalks. I could talk for days about the silly little things that make me think about her. She would always remind me to brush my tongue.
Growing up she wasn’t big on saying “I love you” instead she would always say “Be sweet.” That was her way of saying “Bye, I love you” and we all knew it. That was her thing. Be sweet. It became a thing to say in our family as part of goodbye. Recently as she was battling cancer she traded “be sweet” for “I love you.”
As her health and mobility has deteriorated in recent years she hasn’t been able to get around and be quite as involved in my life but she has always remained a huge influence and I imagine she will continue to be. I’m sad she won’t get to meet her 6th great-grandchild but I’m thankful she got to know her other 5.
All those summers I spent with her have left a lifetime influence on me. As December 20, 2015 came and went without much notice to most people, it’s a day I will never forget.
Be sweet Grandma, tell Granddaddy hello for me.