As the seasons change, so does the status quo in our house. My oldest is 8 and my expectations of him are growing almost as much as his feet. Building character and confidence are the development milestones up ahead.
I know, deep down in my soul, what kind of person I am, which makes the words are that I hear the worst kind of lies.
I have yet to meet a parenting partnership that is able to schedule and follow through with regular date nights. If you are a success story in this arena – I applaud you. I know date nights don’t happen enough in my world.
Being crazy busy is not the norm I strive for, but sometimes, sports happen.
Coasting. Good for skateboarders. Spring semester of Senior year. Not for your career. That is, unless you’re an overwhelmed, sleep deprived mom of three. In that case,… Read more “Lost and Found”
We arrived at La Camisa, a well-worn souvenir shop on Coronado Island, at 9:54am and waited for its doors to open. We experienced an after dinner urge to… Read more “My Favorite Part”
Some of you may remember April 4, 2011 as the night that the UConn Husky men’s basketball team beat the underdog Butler Bulldogs to win the NCAA tournament. Perhaps you… Read more “Baby Boy with the Blue Eyes”
6:00 am – Alarm sounds 6:09 am – Snooze 6:18 am – Snooze 6:27 am – Why didn’t I get up 27 minutes ago? I could have… Read more “A Day in the Life FAQs: Anissa Berasi”
I was five and three quarters when my mom gave birth to her fourth child. I can still clearly remember listening to one side of my grandmother’s… Read more “Oh, Brother!”
I have tried, with some success, to incorporate the typical basics when it comes to self-care into my life. Admittedly, I can always do better job of… Read more “FOMO, No Mo’!”