This morning, I had a tough time getting out of bed. Even though I’d just gotten a full night of rest, the thought of interacting with my four year old – getting him dressed, feeding him breakfast, and brushing his teeth - was exhausting. These days, I am a truly …

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Can I get on my soapbox for a minute? I’d like to be frank about a certain four-letter word that has caused me some irritation lately: RSVP. Four little letters that make a huge difference to any parent of a young child. Let me explain. My daughter turned 5 in …

The semi-annual Just Between Friends Reno sale event is a Reno Moms Blog favorite: not only were they one of our first sponsors, but we LOVE a good deal! And we just learned about another unique aspect of the sale from local mama Holly K. Read on to learn more …

My parents told me my brother didn’t speak until he was four years old, right around the time I was born. His first word was actually an entire phase. My mom said she nearly drove the car off the road when he uttered “Big valley down there,” from the back seat …

This entry is part 3 of 3 in the series National Infertility Awareness WeekGravida 3, para 1. Three pregnancies and one child, my son with bright blue eyes. The current stats swell in the mind’s eye. 3 positive tests, but only one baby. Like runner impatient at the starting line, Muscles tense, …

This entry is part 2 of 3 in the series National Infertility Awareness WeekOn August 22, 2009, I wrote: Chris and I are hyper-aware of big, swollen bellies these days. At our best, it makes us feel hopeful, and excited about how it will be one day when it’s our turn. …

This entry is part 1 of 3 in the series National Infertility Awareness WeekFive years ago, I was carrying a secret.  About to burst at the seams with the excitement that was growing within me.  Terrified to let myself actually believe it was real.  After countless tears, an absurd amount …

When I was little, Easter meant I had to put on patent-leather shoes that hurt my feet. They were either new, so not broken in, or from Christmas, which meant I had already outgrown them. Sometimes, we got new sandals if the weather was warm. Once again, they were not …

I often see all these beautiful furniture re-dos on Pinterest that are so fantastically perfect.  The only problem is that often, I feel like these “far away” moms are clearly more amazing than I, and it would obviously be foolish of me to try what they did.  When I see pics from …