Mom Jean Confessions: Why Two and a Half is PEAK Terrible Twos

Well it’s official – Cha Cha is in PEAK terrible twos mode. She’s been building up to it for a while now, but she just turned two and a half – and it’s like the game changed over night. I went from being down by 10 at the half, to trailing by 50 with 2 min left in the game and no timeouts left (please tell me someone appreciates my football humor ?)…I’m actually convinced for most children, “terrible twos” start at about the year and a half mark, and go well into three and four years old. I’ve even polled several of my mom friends and they agree – terrible twos might as well mean for two years straight the sweet little angel you once knew will take on the life of a deranged lunatic that makes you question your own sanity on a daily basis.

Why Two and a Half is PEAK Terrible Twos

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Happy YOU Year

Mom Jean Confessions: Happy YOU Year

The last few months of the year were like a blur for us. Between work, holidays, birthdays, and kid’s school activities out the wazoo – it honestly felt like a nonstop merry-go-round that left us all a bit dizzy at the end. The hubs and I finally sat down on the couch New Year’s Day, and realized it literally was the first time we’d had absolutely nothing to do, no where to go, no one to entertain since before the holidays. And it felt damn good. Felt good to be lazy. To not care what was going on outside the walls of our home. But like they say – all good things must come to an end ?

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Mom Jean Confessions: Why I’m Proud To Have A Strong Willed Child

It’s been nearly a year since I wrote about this topic, and my how things have changed. If we thought Cha Cha was strong willed before, then we absolutely, without a doubt, and whole heartedly know this to be true now. But here’s the thing. At what point did “strong-willed” become synonymous with “bad-behaved,” or “stubborn,” or even worse – “problem child?” My child is anything but a problem. My child is strong-willed, Yes. But she’s also mind-blowingly perceptive, and what if some day she wakes up and starts perceiving that this world isn’t meant for her? That her strong will is yet another thing society tells us we need to correct for her to “fit in.” Well screw fitting in (pardon my French). I honestly think we need more children like Cha Cha, and here’s why…

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Mom Jean Confessions: Dear Younger Self, Be Grateful

A couple of days ago, a friend of mine shared a meme in her Facebook group & it’s stuck with me ever since.

I scrolled past it at first, until literally the next post on my feed was an article shared by my sister-in-law. All I had to do was read the title “Neuroscience Reveals How Gratitude Literally Rewires Your Brain to Be Happier.” I went right back and commented on my friend’s post – “Be Grateful.” It seems so simple, and as I read through the dozens of other comments, “Have Faith, Don’t Stress, Slow Down,” I couldn’t help but wonder – why does it take us so long to realize these simple life lessons?

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Mom Jean Confessions: Laissez Le Bon Temps Rouler

This past weekend we celebrated “Family Gras” with the kids, which is the more family-centric Mardi Gras aka minus all the booze and boobs ? My mom now lives in Galveston, right off the seawall, where all the Mardi Gras parades kick off. So I took Garrett and Charlotte down there on Friday, where we ended up having an impromptu beach day. The fog was so thick it made it hard to even see the water, but I knew it would make for some pretty amazing photos – almost magical.

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Mom Jean Confessions: Hosting for the Holidays with Kids

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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Mom Jean Confessions: Bye Bye Baby

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.

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Mom Jean Confessions: To the Mom with a Strong-Willed Child – I Get it Now

I get it now. I mean, I realllllly get it now. I thought I got it before, but until you have a strong-willed child of your own – you never truly get it, do you? Who knows, maybe you were like me once – before we spawned a child like ours. Watching those other poor moms with their hands full, literally, not understanding how they could allow a child to behave that way. But before I get into exhibits A, B and C – I first want to say that I am strict. Like strict, strict. My first born knew how to say yes ma’am, no sir, thank you, yes please and follow instructions like a soldier fresh outta boot camp. But that’s just the thing – he’s what you call a “rule follower.” My second born – she’s what you call “the strong-willed child.”

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