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We Gave Our Kids Memories for Christmas
For Christmas this year, we gave our kids the gift of memories. We decided it felt like the right time to shift away from more material things and lean into more family time — the kind they’ll actually remember. Because let’s be honest…Ask your kids what three things they got last Christmas. I’ll wait.But ask…
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Mom Packed It
When you’re getting ready for vacation, does anyone else feel like – especially as a mom – you’re personally responsible for making sure every human in your family has everything they could ever possibly need or want while you’re gone? Like don’t forget the band-aids. Don’t forget that one stuffy that, as of yesterday, is…
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We came to church anyways
We were late. Again. Someone couldn’t finding their shoes. Someone else suddenly needed a snack. The boy’s church clothes technically fit… in the way that counts if you don’t look too closely. There was toothpaste on at least one face (maybe mine), and the hair situation was best described as “good enough”. And for a…
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Holding Space for Every Version of Myself
Here’s something I didn’t realize I’d need to learn as an adult: I am not just one version of me. I am a whole collection. Let me explain. There’s the version of me who used to love a color-coded plan and felt very accomplished when everything fit neatly into a box. There’s the version of…
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Boys and Backyard Shenanigans
Send Help! I live on a farm. I am fully convinced my boys wake up already plotting (before coffee) Not plotting their school day. Not plotting chores. No- these kids wake up with a dirt-based master plan. They head straight outside to dig holes in the worst possible location in the yard. Not the clearly…
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The Noise is the Point
Our house is loud. Not the “someone left the TV on” loud.Life-loud. Footsteps thundering through the kitchen like it’s a racetrack.Questions shouted from entirely different rooms (with zero intention of relocating).Kids narrating every move they make.The oven beeping.Animals chiming in, because obviously there’s baby goats in the house.Multiple conversations stacked on top of each other…
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Throwing Spaghetti at the wall: Parenting Neurodivergent Twins
Let me just start by saying this: parenting is HARD.Like, soul-stretching, patience-testing, what-day-is-it-again hard. Being a mom might honestly be one of the hardest jobs I’ve ever had—and I say that with a whole lot of life and work experience behind me. As most of you know, I’ve spent the last 15 years as an…
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Building the Village (Even When It’s Hard)
Everyone talks about “the village,” but not many people talk about how hard it is to build one. Especially as a mom. Because building a village means letting your walls down. It means opening your life to people beyond small talk and surface-level connection. It means inviting others into your home, your routines, your chaos-…
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A different Kind of Christmas
This Christmas looked a little different for us – and honestly, it felt really right. We didn’t skip gifts altogether; there were still toys under the tree, just not all the toys! The ones we chose were intentional- educational, open-ended, and useful. Things that encourage learning, creativity, and imagination instead of just adding to the…
Twins Tenders and Teaching 