With today being the first day of Fall and quite brisk, I thought soup was the perfect thing to make. I LOVE tortellini. I’m Italian, so give me all the pasta and soup! This soup is quick and easy to make and really packs the flavor. This soup…
There is not one perfect routine for anyone. We are all very different with very different lives, interests and points of views. Being different is great! I cannot even fathom a world where there are people just like me at every bend and curve. That said, all of…
We don’t eat breakfast for dinner very often, but the cool Fall-like weather made me want something warm and Fall-ish. I’ve always whipped a recipe together for French Toast without much thought- because French Toast isn’t hard to make- but tonight I decided to think it through and…
Marriage is no walk in the park. It takes work and lots of it. Though I don’t pretend or claim that my marriage is perfect, I will say that there are 8 things at the heart of a great relationship. Here are eight elements of a great marriage:…
If babies came with an owner’s manual, our lives would all be a tiny bit easier. At only a few weeks old, my son was diagnosed with profound hearing loss. Essentially, he is deaf He received his first pair of hearing aids at four months and will be…
Dearest Beckett, You’re a year old today. A whole 365 days. I am trying to hold back tears as I think about how fast this past year has flown by. If I’m being completely honest, I kind of wished away the year because I have been anxiously awaiting…
The thought of putting my 1 year old through a 6-8 hour surgery is enough to make any parent panic. My husband and I have thought long and hard about his cochlear implant surgery, and although it terrifies us, we know that it is in his best interest….
I am admittedly a bad mom sometimes. I’ve had my fair share of mom fails in the four years I’ve been a mother, from dragging my screaming four year old through the store kicking and screaming because I didn’t buy him the “well deserved” toy to yelling at…
My heart is weary and anxious with guilt. Hours of surgery without me no doubt Am I making the right decision? Am I a bad mother? How severe will the pain be that he is to endure? Will he remember it? Will he resent me for making this…