Advice is everywhere when you are a parent. I thought it would be helpful if I sorted some of it out for you.
Here are 8 Tips for Literal Parents:Read More
Guys, I've been blogging for A YEAR. I realize a year is a small amount of time in the grand scheme of things, and that there have been several weeks where the only thing I posted was my "Week in Review." But, considering the fact that I was on the tail end of a severe, confidence-crushing depression when I started and had no idea what I was really getting myself into, I consider the fact that I kept going a great success.Read More
I understand that kids can be picky when it comes to food. I know it's unreasonable to expect every meal I make to appeal to my toddler. But it would be nice if she ate more than three bites of her dinner at least every once in a while. Instead, it seems that our dinner table is a battleground with my husband and I on one side urging my toddler to "just try the chicken" or "take three bites of your broccoli" and her resolutely on the other side, throwing rice on the floor and saying "done" before I've even had a chance to sit down. Meanwhile she spends the rest of the day attempting to eat various disgusting and mostly inedible things.Read More
I'm totally down with the Dad Bod. In fact I was married to a man with a serious Dad Bod before it was even cool (which kind of makes me a trailblazer, right?). Now, I'm proposing that "the Mom Bod" be the next body trend we all jump on.Read More
My youngest child recently turned 18 months old. Meanwhile, I'm still carrying around about 10 extra pounds that I like to refer to as my "baby weight." At this point, I'm pretty sure it should more accurately be called "late-night-snacking weight." Or "I'm-almost-30-and-need-to-stop-eating-like-I'm-22 weight." But "baby weight" sounds a lot better. It sounds like it's not my fault.Read More
1. Not to air my body issues in front of my girls
In a beautiful post on her blog, The Nomad Mom Diary, Lynn Morrison made me realize that someday some asshole is going to tell my daughters that they aren't beautiful, and if I don't stop body-shaming myself in front of them, that asshole is going to be me. I literally cried the first time I read this post.Read More
Valerie Jackson is a basic mom, a tolerable wife, and a self-deprecating writer. She is attempting to raise two young monsters into nice young ladies in Michigan. She has a law degree that’s only current use is to win arguments with her husband.
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