When I brought my first baby home, I remember sitting on the couch, holding her in my arms, and thinking, What now? I had spent nine months preparing, reading every book, and Googling at 3 a.m., but in that quiet moment, I felt completely clueless. By the time baby number three arrived, I had learned…
Every year, the Super Bowl isn’t just about the game or the halftime show in our house—it’s about the food. As a mom of three with a husband who treats game day like a sacred holiday, I’ve learned that the real MVPs are the snacks. Let me paint you a picture: It’s a cold February…
It was Valentine’s Day morning, and the house was already buzzing with excitement. My youngest, Sophie, peeked around the corner of the kitchen with her bedhead curls, clutching a pink construction paper heart she’d made the night before. “Happy Balentine’s Day, Mommy!” she chirped, mispronouncing it the way only a four-year-old can. My oldest, Jack,…
As a mom of three, dinner time can often feel like a high-stakes game. I can hear the little feet running through the house, the sound of the refrigerator door creaking open, and the familiar chorus of, “What’s for dinner, Mom?” From the moment I walk in the door after work, I know the pressure…
It was 4:45 PM on Valentine’s Day, and my house looked like Cupid exploded. Heart-shaped construction paper scraps on the floor, glue sticks without their caps rolling under the table, and three kids chattering at full volume about their classroom Valentine’s Day parties. My youngest was peeling stickers off his cheeks and sticking them to…
Valentine’s Day was fast approaching, and as a mom of three—Emma, 10, Max, 7, and little Sophie, 4—I found myself knee-deep in red construction paper, glitter, and googly eyes. The kitchen table had been transformed into a creative battlefield. Emma was carefully writing heartfelt messages for her classmates, Max was attempting to make a rocket…
