I see all these posts about “how do I explain {insert touchy subject} to my kids”. It seems like a lot of parents out there agonize over how to tell their children about the hard truths in life. Like what’s going on in the world, how someone really died, or even about elements of their past.

I don’t get this. This fear of talking about adult topics, about your history, or about things that are taboo/sad/scary. For me, it’s simple really. I just tell them the truth. I am as honest and descriptive as I can be, based on their age and understanding of course.

If you don’t care to hear more about milk, boobs, and the agony I’ve been in for the past month or so, carry on. If you want to commiserate with me and talk about milk supply and clogged ducts, keep on reading friends.

Getting unsolicited criticism about something you hate doing is probably one of the top 5 most irritating things in my book. Thrown in there are people leaving their dirty clothes on the floor 2 inches from the hamper or when empty cereal boxes are left on the counter. 

It’s doubly hard getting negative feedback about something you feel like you suck at. Like when my husband Vince gave me feedback on my recent Facebook Live video.

Just wanted to share the bingo cards I created for my fam to use when driving around our neighborhood, looking at Halloween decorations. We did the same thing last year during Christmas when looking at lights. Figured, why not Halloween too?! It was actually Scarlett’s idea so I should really give credit to her. So there. She has credit.

They’re cute, better for the Earth, better for your baby, and save money. Four good reasons why I am now addicted to cloth diapers. Don’t send help. I’m good.

I recently started recording Facebook Live videos to promote my blog posts. Video, is not my jam. The ensuing 3 minutes were torture, for me and likely anyone viewing. But I’m not going to stop. Because these videos make me uncomfortable, and that’s the point.