When I finally subscribed to the Risen Motherhood podcast after several recommendations, my first listen was their recent podcast on taking back last hours of the day-- the dreaded "witching hour." It was a great podcast and I recommend it. But the idea of taking back the end of the day caught my attention because the very end of my … Continue reading Taking back the [very] end of the day
I'm still waiting to feel like a zen homemaker instead of a frantic toddler mom in yoga pants and sort of clean hair when Bryant walks in the door to find me in a war zone of a kitchen wiping gobs of dinner off our little Ikea table.
This week, all two days of it, has been One Of Those. One poor sick sister kept them both up hours past bedtime Monday, then Catalina skipped her nap yesterday and kept me hopping, then they both managed to spread all three folded & sorted loads of laundry across the entire living room in the two minutes … Continue reading Things I Love: Tired Mom Eyes Edition
One busy Saturday afternoon, I walked into the kitchen where Bryant had fed the girls lunch to find everything everywhere. Food on the girls, on the high chairs, on the floor. Dishes in the sink, on the counter and in the dishwasher-- who knows if those were dirty or clean. "I'm sorry," Bryant said helplessly. … Continue reading The one habit that changes everything
If I had a penny for every time I hear the phrase, we'd own a resort on our own private island. "You've got your hands full!" Is everyone's instinctive reaction to a mom of multiple kids, from parents and childless people alike, and it elicits sighs from a lot of twin moms because we hear … Continue reading Why I Don’t Mind Being Told I Have My Hands Full
I love meals with the babies. What I thought was going to be a stressful, messy obligation that cut into play and cuddle time has turned into one of my favorite parts of our day. It's still incredibly messy feeding two babies. We go through so many outfits and howling face-wiping sessions. There's food flying, … Continue reading Cooking for Two