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Thank you for bedtime

Thank You For Bedtime

I’m not really sure how we fell into the pattern, but when we are both home and available, my husband and I divvy up the bedtime routines. And somehow, he usually ends up putting the girls {who are five and seven} to bed, while I put “the baby” (who is two) down. I’m sure our […]

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I’m Just A Mom

So I’m in this sweet spot right now. We have two children, and we want a third, but we haven’t started trying yet. My son is almost three, and my daughter is about fourteen months. I feel like I’m in such a good place because the threenager hasn’t reared it’s ugly head nor are the […]

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A Bucket List for Moms

When I was in college; single and kid-free; I was an adventurer.  I went away on weekend getaways.  I tried unknown foods at trendy restaurants.  I did study abroads in South Africa.  I was spontaneous.  I showered regularly.  A true daredevil. And now, I’m happily married with three adorable children and a dreamy life in […]

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Never Say Never

“I will never let my child(ren) ______________________”, you fill in the blank. I think it’s safe to say that as moms we’ve all muttered these words aloud at one time or another. If you don’t want to admit that you said it, you at least thought it. Be honest. I know I did. I can think […]

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12 Signs You’re a Spouse of a Doctor [in Training]

The medical industry in cities across the nation can often times provide a community within a community, especially in the areas of Medical School and Residency/Fellowship. Here in Charleston, it’s no different. When you come across another mom at the park, school, grocery store…there is an immediate bond when finding out you share this common thread, […]

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Brothers and Sisters

Memories of my childhood come through in shades of grey, like old pictures your grandmother keeps stored in a box in the closet beneath the old linens and hand crocheted afghans. Musty storage and time has faded them.  My memories are fuzzy around the edges; snapshots of people and moments. Tiny tremors of feeling. Most […]

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