I am beyond excited to announce that I am once again joining the published authors ranks! I will have a story included in the upcoming anthology Clash of the Couples which is scheduled for release in very early November! Today we are excited to share the first peek at the cover for the new book! Tell the truth, is that the most GORGEOUS thing you have ever seen? Of course we couldn’t share a collection of stories about couples without paying tribute to the ultimate couple, Adam and Eve! There are some truly amazing bloggers in this lineup and I am
I knew when I started dating my husband that he’s the kind of guy who believes that farts happen. He’s not a ‘hold it in’ kind of guy. I firmly believe he has never, ever had the urge to pass gas and suppressed it. No pun intended. Not only is he a guy who believes that holding a fart in will give him some kind of excruciating stomach ache and probably worse, he also believes that farts are meant to be heard. The louder the better! And he takes pride in the stench he creates. Yes, you read that correctly.
It is only the third week of school in our house and I am already completely and totally fed up with the homework battle. Last night was by far the worst night yet as my son and I spent 3+ hours doing homework at the dining room table. Three hours of homework in fifth grade is nothing short of total insanity! Expecting any child to sit and concentrate on homework for that long is ridiculous, but when that child has ADD it’s absolutely impossible. Part of the problem was that a good chunk of the homework involved writing. Guess what
How many times has your ADHD child come home from school and forgotten anything and everything from homework to their jacket? Have you ever wished you could send them a reminder message right before the bell rings to grab their PE uniform so you can wash it before it starts to stink up the entire school? I have great news for you, that’s basically what the WatchMinder watch does for you and your ADHD student. Not only can you program this watch to vibrate at specific times, you can program it to display a customized text message on the screen! Yes!
I grew up with a sister, no brothers. My father traveled a lot for work, so the majority of my childhood it was just us girls at home. There were definitely some perks of that that have helped me in my adulthood, I learned to be independent, not to wait on a man to do anything for me, and how to do things that were traditionally thought of as “men’s work” like chopping firewood, repairing leaky faucets, and even getting a car unstuck in a foot of snow. What can I say, it was a glamorous life! Fast forward to
As a blogger you find that you are constantly offered samples of products to “try” and the company hopes you’ll love the product and then mention it on your blog and social media channels. Every once and awhile I get an email from a company and I’m truly excited to not only try the product but to even learn that such a product even exists! Kidecals was definitely one of those products! So much so that after I tried them I emailed them back and told them I intended to write a rave review and they offered a discount code
It never fails, every time I watch the news I walk away shaking my head thinking where were their parents? And not just when the stories relate to children behaving badly, but also teenagers, young adults, and even regular old adults. As parents some of us seem to have lost track of the concept that our children will grow up to be who we show them that we are. The biggest, most important part of parenting is setting an example! It’s a simple cause and effect situation. The behavior that you display to the world will be imitated in the
I’m thrilled to be a part of the blog tour for Anne Bardsley’s book, “How I Earned My Wrinkles”! Anne is the type of writer who makes comedy writing look effortless and I assure you that it is anything but that! If you enjoy this post (and you will!) head over and check out her blog and her book! My husband is a connoisseur of women’s feet. He notices women’s shoes. We live in Florida where flip flops are considered formal wear, so there is a never ending supply of amusement for him here. Like most men, he likes
They didn’t know that I was watching, as I peeked through a loose panel in the fence, they had no idea that anyone was watching them. I squinted slightly against the sun, and angled my head so I had the optimum view between the pickets of the fence. My son lay face down in the center of the neighbor’s trampoline, giggling uncontrollably, as two neighbor girls jumped all around him bouncing him up and down. He had absolutely no control over where he landed, or how high he bounced. The girls threw their head back, their hair bouncing slightly behind
As the parent of an ADD son one of the hardest things for us to manage is simply having him remember things that he is supposed to do. Simple, daily tasks like remembering to bring things home from school, remembering to take his medication at the right time, and remembering to stay on task when he’s doing something. When I was approached recently by Renee from JustHomeMedical.com I was surprised and thrilled to learn that a product like the Rodger 8-Alarm Vibrating Watch even existed! I had never heard of a watch like this for kids with ADD/ADHD and I knew
There’s a lot of buzz, and pressure around the decision to have your child diagnosed with any sort of condition. People don’t want you to label kids, they don’t think it’s always necessary. Is it ADHD? Maybe! Is it Autism? Maybe! Is it something else? Maybe! Is it just being a kid? Maybe! Does it matter? Maybe! Choosing to pursue a diagnosis, and then seeking to understand that diagnosis has made me a better parent. Bold statement? Not really. In order to decide the best course of treatment for my child, and for my family I had to understand all the
When your child is first born, and the doctor places that wiggling, amazing little bundle in your arms for the first time there are truly no words for how amazingly perfect they seem to you. You’re exhausted, and hormonal and probably more than a little bit crazy, but the mere fact that this person you just created has ten fingers, and ten toes seems like the biggest miracle you’ve ever imagined. Two perfect little eyes staring back at you from a face that looks a little bit like an alien, but also a little bit like your family and your
I was tagged a few days ago to participate in the “I feel beautiful” challenge that is going around on Facebook. If you haven’t seen this particular Facebook meme it works like this, a friend uploads 5 pictures of herself that make her feel beautiful, and she tags 5 friends to do the same thing. The only problem is, I don’t feel beautiful. I have never felt beautiful. I don’t have a single photograph of myself from my entire lifetime where I look at it and think that I looked beautiful in the picture, or that I felt beautiful on
And now, she stands center stage, alone in the spotlight waiting for the music to begin. I see her slightly exhale, and know she is picturing her dance in her mind, picturing doing her very best. Leaping higher than ever before, turning with discipline and perfection! The emcee announces her by name, my baby. My girl. The name I chose for her when she was still inside me. She was annoyed with me when she went on stage, because I was fussing with her hair, applying another coat of lipstick, making sure her costume is perfect. It is. She is.
Like most parents do when their child was diagnosed with any sort of condition I began to research and read everything I could get my hands on about ADHD. Even though I had always strongly suspected that my husband was ADHD, I was still a little surprised with how many traits I began to notice that he had in common with both our son and the average ADHD child. Even more surprising than that is the number of traits I have begun to see in myself and many other people around me! What I’ve always considered an ability to multi
If it weren’t for my husband’s need to hold a clicker and constantly bounce around channels we would have long ago cut the cable cord and watched television programming strictly through a service like Netflix or Hulu. As it is, the mere mention of not having hundreds of channels at his disposal to watch on demand, bouncing between a half dozen different programs at once makes him break out in a cold sweat of fear. This past Friday night we settled in for that classic old boring couple’s night of television watching and relaxation. We have not had an evening
There is a ton of pressure involved in getting the perfect family picture taken. Whether you’re planning to use it for your holiday card, or frame it for your family room wall as parents we want to get it right. We want to create that perfect Norman Rockwell inspired moment that we can look at and smile, that we can show our friends and family for years to come. Please understand I am not judging anyone with that statement. I am right there with you. I don’t want my family picture to look like it came from a National
I’m done biting my tongue. I’m done letting people around me hurt me or those I love without having my say about it. I’m done watching people who are supposed to have my best interests at heart, or who are supposed to love and support my family do subtle things to sabotage us. For most of my adult life I have bitten my tongue and silently fumed without saying a word. I have taken the high road, I have turned the other cheek. I have hoped and I have prayed that people would change and figure out that their actions
It’s only in the more recent years that I have fully accepted that I am a creative person. A big part of me wanted to be able to be creative but also be able to think, act, and react like “normal” people (whatever THAT means). But the simple truth is, I will always think, act, and react like a creative person. My creativity influences almost everything I do in life. Likewise, my life influences my creativity. That is never more evident than when I am under stress! There are two different ways stress can influence my ability (read: need) to
Last week, late on Thursday evening, my husband started complaining that his stomach hurt. I should have seen red flags when he asked for Pepto to take, and willingly took it. Usually I would have to hog tie him to get him to take medicine and usually it’s just not worth the fight. I figure if he’s sick enough, he’ll take it. I blame myself for not seeing the symptoms since I had battled a migraine all day long and was exhausted…all I wanted was to go to sleep. So, I gave him the Pepto and went to bed. As