For the past several years, I couldn’t help but notice a mass movement around people wanting to raise kind kids. Who knows, maybe it was something that was always there, and I only noticed it because we’re in the thick of raising young children ourselves. But for what it’s worth – it’s given me new hope in humanity and what fellow mom and friend of mine, Stephanie Mooring, has dubbed as MomKind. In fact, she’s built an entire organization around the mission to “spread kindness in our community, one idea at a time.”
How is it that another year is gone, just like that? I mean, 2018 feels like it didn’t even happen. For some reason – what should feel like a year went by, really only feels like a solid 6 months max. It’s like I woke up one day after Christmas, like woah, 2019 is just around the corner. Maybe it’s because so much happened last year. And maybe that’s why this year I was excited to actually get my hiney up off the couch and ring in the new year right – like we used to, before kids 😉
This post is sponsored by Theraflu but the content and opinions expressed here are my own.
We all know the drill. One kid gets sick, then one parent gets sick, then the other kid gets sick, aaaand the parent who thought they were in the clear – nope, sick as a dog. I’ve talked to so many mamas who’ve gone through this sick cycle (literally) year after year, and have just come to accept their fate. For some it’s the month of October (which was our family this year), and for others it’s January – but we all embark on the same “mama ritual” of loading up on all the meds in preparation for the sick days ahead. Well, this year our little Murray clan is “doing sick differently” with the help of Theraflu’s newest innovation: Theraflu PowerPods at Walmart! This “magic in a pod” as I like to call it, could not be any easier to use – just “Press. Sip. Relief.” In fact, it’s as if Theraflu came up with the idea of PowerPods specifically with parents in mind – they’re easy, effective and convenient. Now that’s a parent’s dream right there.
It’s pretty common for people to say they see their mom, dad, grandma, etc. when they look at their own child. But with our son Garrett – it goes way beyond just a physical resemblance (although he definitely favors our Sicilian side 😉). When I say I see my dad when I look at him – I mean, I see his soul. I see past those warm and compassionate dark brown eyes right into the soul of a man stuck inside of a little man I call my son. The soul of a man who was also an old soul, and who left us all too soon.
This post is sponsored by Red Baron but the content and opinions expressed here are my own.
This Thanksgiving marks two years since we’ve been in our first house, aka our little fixer upper house baby 😊. Call me crazy, but I love hosting family for the holidays. Bring on the drama, food, and kids running all over tarnation – I love it. I really, truly love it. 😉 I think it all started when we lived in NYC. It was just the two of us and I was bound and determined to learn how to cook a real Thanksgiving meal – just like mama used to make. Fast forward, and I now have nearly a dozen Thanksgivings under my belt and still going strong. Except these days I’m catering more towards tiny humans with very particular taste buds, rather than cooking a gourmet meal for people who will actually take more than three bites of their food before declaring “I’m donnnnnne!!” So this “Mom Jean Confessions” is all about hosting for the holidays with kids, and surviving thanks to Red Baron pizza 😉
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Crazy to think the holidays are already upon us. I swear it was just Halloween, and now I feel like I’m gonna blink and Christmas is tomorrow. So before the panic of the holiday season takes over, I’m enjoying some down time with a couple mocktails I was inspired to create using my favorite Sparkling ICE flavors – Black Raspberry and Ginger Lime.
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Solo-Parenting. Safe to say it’s something you don’t include when you daydream about that perfect family, with the two kids you’ll have some day. But then again, there are a lot of things I left out – mounds of laundry, toys e-ver-y-where, screaming kids boycotting bedtime, etc. etc. You get the idea 😉 So when my hubs told me he’d be taking on essentially a second job that would allow me to keep working from home and growing my business, yet it would mean it would have him traveling more (correction, a whole heck-of-a-lot more), I told myself – I got this. I mean, c’mon, if anyone can parent around a crazy work schedule, I can. We used to live in LA and I worked full-time at a magazine while the hubs worked nights mostly, and just generally random hours. We made it through that, so we can make it through this. Prepare for rude awakening, where I forgot one very important detail. We had one kid, and not just any kid – the best, most well-behaved child ever. My mom was also a five minute drive down the road and pretty much our full-time nanny…Now enter Cha Cha. The easiest baby ever, but let’s just say she’s making up for it in toddlerhood. So now I’m not only juggling a kid who’s 5-going-on-40, but also a very strong-willed 1 year old who thinks “No” is code for “Smile at mom and do it anyway.” With all that said, we’re now coming to the end of our “solo-parenting saga,” and I felt like it was the perfect time to do some reflecting and also share some of my top three tips on how to survive if you find yourself in a similar situation. Read on and prepare to be enlightened 😉
To say I’ve had the Ghostbusters theme song stuck in my head for a solid month is not an exaggeration. I’ll also be so bold as to say that Garrett’s Ghostbusters bday party may not ever be topped. I can still remember the first time the hubs and I (total ’80s kids btw) showed Garrett the original Ghostbusters movie. We could literally see his mind being blown and ever since he’s been completely obsessed. So much so that we bought him the entire Playmobil Ghostbusters set with the firehouse, Ecto-1, and all the Ghostbusters. p.s. can I just tell you how stinkin’ adorable it is to hear a little boy voice pronounce “Eeegawn Spaaangler” and “Doctol Venkman” 😂 So when he asked for his party this year to be Ghostbusters themed, I knew we were gonna have some fun with it – and that’s what it’s all about right? 😁
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It’s no lie y’all – if fall were a joke, the South would be the butt of it. Especially here in Texas where you get one, maybe two, solid months of “fall-like weather.” Texas – where every person and their mom rushes to the pumpkin patch the minute the calendar hits October 1st. Where the first sound of a leaf dropping, is actually your cue to layer every fall piece of apparel you own for fear that you’ll have to wait 10 more months before you can wear your coveted Uggs again. I don’t know why (yes I do), but I get the feeling that all the other states are just laughing at us on social media 🤔 Well have no fear, if you or someone you love happens to reside in the unfortunate “fall-barren” territory of the South – here are some tried & true ways to at least pretend to enjoy the holiday everyone else actually gets to experience for more than 2 days. OH, and did I mention it involves tea? Lots and lots of tea 😬
This post is sponsored by Evivo but the content and opinions expressed here are my own.
It’s been exactly one month since Charlotte decided to stop breastfeeding. And when I say she “decided”, I mean – one minute she’s happy nursing, and the next she’s like “meh, I’m over it.” 😕 Girl has a mind of her own that’s for sure, and I’m just thankful I got to nurse her for longer than I did her big bro. It’s never easy letting go of that “baby phase” though and watching them go from being so dependent on you, to all the sudden over night gaining this new found independence. I can’t tell you how many times I get asked at the Chick-Fil-A playground how old she is, followed by “Wow, she’s a climber.” Uh yah, tell me about it – you ain’t seen nothin’ dude. I love her curiosity, but sometimes I just want her to slow down just a tad – because before I know it she’ll be talking, and then going to school, and then graduating, and…ok, deep breaths.