When my husband first mentioned the beer fast back in March, I was less than supportive. In my mind, surviving on beer alone for thirty days screamed of idiocy, and let’s just say that I voiced my concerns. How would he be able to work? Could he possibly be a good dad? Wouldn’t he get . . . → Read More: Beer Belly
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Today was a PTO day for me, and I love being out and about on a weekday with the kids. The three of us had a jam-packed day that included the donut shop, the mall play area, the library, and the park (I spent less than three bucks total). There was a lot of laughing, . . . → Read More: An Unexpected Hour Did you know that good is usually good enough? Not everything requires an A+ effort. This was news to me during my first year of motherhood. When I learned this invaluable mantra, however, it brought much peace and simplicity to my life. Good is good enough. I love it, and yet some of the peak . . . → Read More: The Rallying Cry I’ve learned that it’s entirely possible to manage a modern household without paper towels. Would I prefer to use something disposable to wipe down the potty? Yes, I would, and I may grant myself a modest paper towel allowance for just that purpose. But for now, I’m appreciating the all-or-nothing mindset, as it’s making me . . . → Read More: Operation Get Out of Debt Okay, I admit it—I’m a total dork. I make my husband go on purposeful dates to do things like relationship homework and family goal setting. Yesterday, we were released from parental duties for a couple hours by Grampa Pete to do just that. It was mid-afternoon—a sunny Sunday and the first day of April—and we . . . → Read More: Game On Last week, we had to have our forty-year-old water meter replaced. The appointment was for 5 p.m., and being the busy working parents that we are, Josh and I had neglected to clean out the water closet beforehand as instructed. So at 4:50, I toted my two kids to the basement and set them up . . . → Read More: Calling All Doaks When my brothers and I were young, my parents had to take us to the ER so often that they started to worry that people would think they were abusing us. We were just really good at doing stupid things, like riding a banana-seat bike with multiple children hanging from it. Barefoot, of course. Now . . . → Read More: What’s So Terrible About Two? I’ve been feeling a little unsettled these days. Two months ago, I shared my intention for the winter season: to let things percolate. I’m usually so eager to dive into the next thing, to set the next goal, but this time, the goal was not to have a goal. Honestly, I’m starting to lose my . . . → Read More: My Soul Needs a Salad Two years ago, a woman in my mom’s group confessed that it felt like all she ever did was say “no.” She felt terrible about it, and from where I sat as mother to a sweet, obedient one-year-girl, I didn’t understand the problem. “Just say ‘no’ less often,” I thought. “Positive Parenting 101.” Anyone who . . . → Read More: Mommy the Naysayer As I was reading bedtime books to Linnea tonight—a favorite part of her rather elaborate nightly routine—I was struck right between the eyes by the clock of life. On the inside covers of A Gift-Bear for the King were illegible letters of the alphabet, squiggly hearts, and stick figures that lack bodies. Linnea saw the . . . → Read More: Living Room Time Travel |
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