Ah, yes. June. I look forward to it every year, and I stand my ground on that thought. Summer in childhood is magical. I want to make it magical-er, but summer in parenthood is (choose an adjective, literally ANY adjective is applicable). There is this natural order of summer I never recognized until I was
The thing about grieving as a parent is that…can you? Grief is impossible to lasso, impossible-er to tame, and impossible-er-er to neatly pencil into your family calendar. There’s a disorienting fog after major turmoil that lingers on as a parent. Jet lag, almost. It sits in the in-between space of shock and processing, because processing
Recently, we had a very rare unicorn of a day with no. Plans. NO PLANS. Except for me. I had plans for a little napaccino. Maybe create a new and delightfully inappropriate gym playlist with all the Lils and Youngs, that I would inevitably enjoy interchangeably between both high adrenaline gym reps AND driving to
Happy New Year, Fluent in Blonde family. My star New Year’s resolution this year is to move to the South for a while; “a while” meaning however long it takes for my kids to develop a deep accent baptized in gravy. I’m positive that whatever shortcomings I have in raising my babies to be great
To the moms that refer to themselves as “just a mom:” You are everything that I hope to become. Let me back up before I continue. I was raised by a father who grew up farming. I legitimately don’t know if you’ve ever seen a man with bigger calves or more muscular hands. The ability
It’s no secret that my kids getting older absolutely skewers me. Particularly because my situation is not such to be having more babies, I cling to every last bit of sand sliding through the hourglass of early childhood. But, wait. Wait, wait, wait. There are a few things I don’t miss, actually. Like no sleep,
Most worthwhile hair products are an investment; however, there is one that should NOT be. In my humble, possibly unpopular opinion: DO NOT splurge on this item. Huge waste. (Cue Trump’s “huuuuge” pronunciation.) Fluent in Blonde may not be an accredited source to cite, but as your stylist friend, I’m here to do you a
After corralling my kids to their bedtime showers the other night, I spent nearly thirty minutes policing my two boys about brushing their teeth. I put Shayne to bed while I heard the sink running in what I’d assumed was surrendered compliance, and was surprised when I walked into their bedroom. “Buddy, are you bleeding?
I took my kids out on a lunch date last week as a little recess from running Christmas errands. As my daughter baptized each nugget in Chik-Fil-A Sauce, my mind had ample time to do what it does well: rehash its Questions and Concerns file. These are the thoughts eternally hamster wheeling in my brain,
This post left me with a real Hallmark movie aftertaste the first few times I wrote it. Eww. It’s been revised several times, because holidays do not equate to Hallmark movies in my home. Holidays mean it’s time to Clark Griswold the house and flex on the neighbors! Sure hope they notice my new star
