I recently asked our readers what their fave shows are to watch with their hubbies after the kiddos go to bed. Most said they break out all the secret snacks and stream some good ‘ol Netflix. So, I decided to make a list. In no ranking order, here’s the best shows to watch with the hubs.
Did I ever share with you the final product of my DIY backyard playhouse makeover? I’m not sure I did. But, you guys, this thing is the capstone of my #SAHM-ness thus far. You know, besides my smart and beautiful kids 😂.
This was the very first ad I created for my blog two years ago.
In the beginning, I had structured the blog on reasons to get out of the house. Because inside the house, baby Wyatt would cry anytime I would try to finish ANYTHING if I wasn’t holding him.
Yep, even laundry. One time, I tried making eggs for myself with him in the Ergo and he bumped the burner up with his foot and almost caught us on fire. 😂 The JOYS of motherhood!
I can’t make this stuff up.
In the last couple of weeks, I had three major deadlines to meet, a dislocated shoulder on the mend and a little boy who is bolting everywhere we go lately 🤗.
And I gotta say, all this with the other general everyday chaos of raising two littles and summer activities and basically five years without sleep …. I’m def feeling “my age”.
I get out of the house because I’m chasing a feeling.
I have next to no real experience with pet death. All the passings of my childhood pets were shielded from me in one way or another. Cats got lost and never came home. Maybe they lived happily chasing mice on a ranch somewhere (hopeful kid thoughts). Or my parents did the finding and the burying.
But with this death, it was right in front of my face.
Last year, it was my goal to go to as many pumpkin patches as possible. I was a mom of two kids now and we were going to ROCK THIS HOLIDAY.
Instead, I got …
The flu,
followed by hives,
followed by the stomach flu,
followed by SHINGLES.
Beach days — I love them. I hate them. Overall, beach or not, I would say about half of our adventures go well. It’s totally my kids’ ages, though. Some adventures just aren’t fun with a 1 and 3 year old. Or part of the adventure is fun, but then the end goes so downhill it’s basically just a giant tumble and fall. Here’s my rant about taking the kids to the beach by myself. Keep reading if you want to read about a super embarrassing moment.
This used wooden playhouse was one of the first things I bought when I became a stay at home mom a year ago.
It was supposed to be my super cute Pinterest project to work on “when I had time”.
Well, fast forward to today where I have a 1 and a 3 year old and literally almost NO time to get anything remotely “projecty” done.
Last fall, I made a little money writing for the newspaper and did what any sane mother would do. I blew it all on a photo shoot where my daughter got to pose with a unicorn. That’s right, a unicorn. Who needs groceries, anyway?