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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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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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Surgery Update: I Survived, Barely… and My Kids Are Still Alive Too 🎉
So I had surgery last Monday, and we started off strong with… the OR breaking. Yep. The operating room literally said, “Not today, Satan,” and shut down. So we had to relocate hospitals like a medical field trip no one signed up for. Since we had no clue what recovery was going to be like,…
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Surgery Day: An Unexpected Adventure
Whew — what a day. My surgery didn’t exactly go according to plan, and I wanted to share the whole wild update. We arrived right on time at the hospital, fasting since midnight, ready to go. The receptionist looks up and says: “Oh no, I forgot about you…” Wait, what? 😳 Turns out, the dehumidifier…
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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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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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Settling In, Sorta… Kinda… Not Really
We’ve officially landed in our new home. Not like a graceful plane landing, but more like a bumpy emergency landing with a baby pig on board and at least one bag of snacks spilling mid-turbulence. Are we “settled”? Define settled, please. Still Hauling, Still Hoping Let’s start with the obvious: we’re still moving. Not like…
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We Moved! It Was Wet, Wild, and My IKEA Desk Didn’t Make It
Well, We’re Here… Technically We moved. Which sounds simple enough until I tell you it was pouring, hailing, and the only thing more slippery than the Tommy gate on that moving truck was my last shred of sanity. But hey—when you’ve got a herd of family members ready to tackle it like a full-contact sport,…
Twins Tenders and Teaching 