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💜 Parenting in the Parking Lot
Sometimes parenting a neurodivergent kid looks like this—sitting on the curb in the middle of a parking lot, offering quiet support while a storm of big feelings passes. This meltdown hit hard. We’d just left the restaurant, and my son didn’t get the dessert he wanted because he hadn’t eaten his meal. In his world,…
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✨ Life on the homestead means learning to get creative — sometimes that even includes cooking one-handed.
I’ve been craving warm, soft gluten-free flour tortillas (the kind you can actually bend without them crumbling into sad cracker chips). Enter the Una Casa Tortilla Press. 🙌 This little gadget made rolling and pressing tortillas so much easier, even while I was operating with only one hand. Honestly, it’s worth every penny. (Amazon Associate…
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Life Lately on the Homestead: Goats, Chickens, and a Sleep-Deprived Mom
If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live on a homestead, imagine a reality TV show that’s part Duck Dynasty, part Animal Planet, and part Survivor — but without the million-dollar prize at the end. Things have been… let’s call it energetic around here. Charles: The Goat Who Refuses to Goat Charles, our bottle…
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🧠 Visuals Matter, Y’all. Especially Before Coffee.
It’s 9:30 AM and I’m already about three decibels away from turning into a full-blown velociraptor. 🦖 Enter: The Behavior Chart. Aka, my sanity saver. Aka, “the chart of consequences and miracles.” My twins are spicy little creatures with a flair for chaos and a deep commitment to testing boundaries before I’ve even had breakfast.…
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The Tooth Fairy, Gold Coins and Mild Parental Theft
Ah, the magic of childhood. Losing teeth is one of those strangely thrilling milestones that feels like a mix of a medical event, a rite of passage, and a glitter-filled celebration. The wiggle. The drama. The blood. (Seriously, why is there always SO much blood?) And then there’s that triumphant moment when your kid holds…
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Life Lesson #47 from the Homestead: Goats, Poop, and Blueberries (?)
So today my son Skylar had his first up-close-and-personal encounter with goat poop. 🐐💩 And y’all… the moment was nothing short of magical. And mildly traumatic. But mostly magical. There he was, standing in awe, just living his best farm-kid life, when Gina decided it was time to… lighten the load. Right in front of…
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It’s Not My Time… and That’s Okay
Let’s just get this out of the way— It’s not my time for a clean house. Not my time for perfectly polished nails or relaxing massages. Not my time for laundry that’s folded neatly before it turns into a damp science experiment. But you know what it is my time for? It’s my time for…
Twins Tenders and Teaching 