Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
Parenting is a lot of things. Exhausting. Emotional. Terrifying. Challenging. Lots of other words I am too tired to think up on my own today on our second snow day leading into a weekend. Suffice it to say, it’s hard. But, it’s also beautiful, fulfilling, heartwarming, and precious. I’m grateful daily for the blessing that is these boys. Even when I am side eyeing them
This is a post sponsored by the National Fire Protection Association and Sparky.org. When Dude 3 was two years old, he suffered a major burn to the palm of his hand. While he can’t even remotely recall it, it’s one of those parenting things that I will remember forever and ever. He has always been my most clingy child and, as a toddler, he
I have been a professional photographer for almost 10 years now. It started from desire to take better photos of my kids, and as a hobby, like so many creative things do. It just got bigger and developed into this thing that was more. There are so many things I love about it -capturing beautiful images, editing them, seeing the families I photograph so happy,
Disclosure: This post is brought to you by Mott’s and The Motherhood. All opinions are my own. It’s always funny to me when I see people posting TGIF on their pages, celebrating that it’s Friday and they now finally get a break. As a mom, we all know this isn’t even a thing. Basically. Because sure, you don’t have to go to work work, but
I had the worst migraine of my entire lifetime (possibly of any human being’s lifetime) after Dude 3 was born. He was only just a couple of weeks old and it came on suddenly while I was nursing him. I thought I was going to die because I thought my head was going to explode, and everyone knows that you die when your head explodes.
Growing up, I remember each and every one of our few visits to amusement parks. Back in the 80s trips to places like Disney were magical adventures that families needed to save up a bit for, just like now. Even though we lived in Southern California within reasonable driving distance to Disneyland, it was a special treat my parents only indulged in a few times
I have been doing my own taxes since I was 14 years old. I remember getting my first W-2 in the mail, and then going to the library with my mom to get the proper forms and instruction booklets. I loved filling out the information, mailing in my return, and getting my $49 refund. I felt so grown up and smart and rich with my
Vaccines are a strange topic. People are very opinionated about them; whether they should get them, whether they shouldn’t, whether other people should make them, whether it’s safe to go to Disneyland because MEASLES. Here at DudeMom’s house, we are a vaccinating family. I am not going to spend this pots trying to convince those who are not or justifying my choice. I don’t feel
I have a confession to make: I don’t iron. Like ever. Recently, DudeDad forgot to take his work shirts to the cleaners and in a moment of desperation he decided to wash and iron them himself (which is insane because do people even iron anymore?). To make his job easier, he asked me to pick up some spray starch at Target when I went to
