Author: Brandi
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The Things They Teach Us
If anyone told you that one day you would endure hours of physical pain, mindless work and emotional struggle all with little hope of continuous sleep, you would think they were talking about imprisonment or self-torture. But many of choose this life when we become mothers. And surprisingly, we want to do it again, and…
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The Superhero You Know
The next biggest superhero isn’t coming to a theater near you. What most people don’t know is that they have one of the most powerful ones in their home. It’s you. Here are top 10 super powers that should deem you the next Super Hero: Super pain. Yes labor is equated with running a marathon. But marathon…
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You Know You’re a Mother When…
This title is kind of ridiculous because once you’re pregnant, you can’t really be in denial any longer. With that being said, there are a few funny tell-tale signs that signal a giant shift from life without kids to life with kids that all moms will appreciate. So without further ado. Here’s how you know…
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What I Would Tell the Disheveled Mom With Her Screaming Kids
If this were B.K. or before kids, I would try to avert my eyes and run. Mommy meltdowns and blood curdling screams from tantrumy kids made my skin crawl. It’s one of the reasons why I thought I would never have kids. Fast-forward three years. I’m running through Target like a contestant on Guy Fieri’s…
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Effortless Teepee II
This will be a short post because it took me no more than 5 minutes to put a toddler teepee together. The hard part was entertaining two babies at a hardware store while trying to carry bamboo poles and them back to my car. Thank you nice City Mill salesperson for helping me with the…
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Effortless Teepee Part I
This is not a potty training post. But as a mom of two trying to manage potty training with no sleep, I can understand how it could easily read as that. This is a post on how I’ve been working on transforming my toddler’s nursery into a big boy’s room with nil time and money….
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Running On Empty
I grieved. I was afraid. But the most difficult part of all of this was that I was the one who created it. I was not talking about some writing project. I was talking about a new baby. My first child sobered me into any fantasies I had about having kids. I tasted pain, heartbreak and…