I ran a 5k race this weekend. As I was getting ready to leave the house that morning, my husband smiled and said, “Good luck!”
“Oh, I’m not in it to win it,” I replied.
He laughed, flashed me a thumbs up, and jokingly said, “Great attitude!”
It did sound funny. But it’s true, I’m not in it to “win” it. Not even close. Continue reading
This morning I woke up feeling like I had a “hangover” from the previous week. Yes, I am exhausted from a whirlwind of a conference and woke up with the lingering grogginess from a long day of traveling and a 3 hour time change, but other feelings are lingering, too.
This week at the Mom 2.0 Summit was amazing.
You saw the pictures.
We stayed in the gorgeous, palace-like Langham Huntington, Pasadena. We were pampered by Dove and treated like royalty. We were given gifts and treated to delicious meals. We were thrown parties and taught by experts in our industry. We attended a red carpet Golden Globes style awards ceremony to honor our colleagues and friends.
So this happened today.
My toddler took it upon himself to “redecorate” the curtains (and window) in our “formal” living room.
My first thought was a mixture of a little bit of “That’s not good” with a lot of “Dammit. Now I have to do more laundry.” But those thoughts immediately fell away. I laughed to myself. Hey, curtains can use a good washing every 9 years anyway, right?
When I was pregnant with my second child, my husband and I made the decision that it was time to transition our daughter from co-sleeping with us into her “big girl” room. We wanted the transition to go smoothly, so we did it right.
We talked up the milestone for weeks in advance. How cool was it that she would get to have her very own big bed, just like Mommy and Daddy!
We took her with us shopping for furniture. Oh, how she loved getting to try out all the beds and strike up conversations with the sales people!
We kept things from her toddler room to make her feel comfortable. We were ready. Everything was in place.
Then came the big test. Continue reading
I usually write about my children on this page.
Things they do that make me proud. Moments shared with them that inspire me. Experiences that fuel my admiration for them that I want to share with the world.
Today I am writing about these things but in relation to someone else – my sister-in-law, Anne.
