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The two things I know about Jesus

“Mommy, why did Jesus have to die? I wish he was still alive.” And so it begins… You know what? Jesus wants us to love other people and to be kind. If you do those two things, it’s like Jesus...

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baby_at_beach

How to survive 6 hours in the car with your baby

Yes, it’s possible. Without losing your sanity. Having a buddy along is definitely preferable, but I’ve had the pleasure of attempting this a couple times by myself to visit the Mimi and Poppa, and I’m still here to talk about...

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boys_in_wagon

You might be a #BoyMom if

Let’s embrace the age of androgyny in which we live. And expand the definition of boy. Because my dad is old school and doesn’t think little guys should have GIRL HAIR. You might be a #BoyMom if… Little man likes...

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2022 top MothersRest blog posts

Top 10 blog posts for 2022

Super excited to celebrate SEVEN YEARS of community with you, sharing parenting tips and reflecting on life in the trenches with small (and big) children. With more than 33,000 people visiting the MothersRest blog in 2022, here are the most...

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women

Need an excuse for a girly wine date?

It’s that most wonderful time of the year. But shouldn’t EVERY DAY be the most wonderful time of the year? And shouldn’t we view life as the most wonderful present we get to open EVERY DAY? Especially if that present...

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girl dancing

My kid-friendly, rainy day, dance party playlist

Saturday was rainy and cabin-fever-inducing. You know, one of those days where Pinterest can save you with its 50 million ideas for how to entertain the kiddos. But I’m not really crafty. In high school, I was in Acteens. This...

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toddler_car

10 tips for car-tripping with toddlers

I’m getting ready to stab out both my eyes. From the thought of spending ad infinitum hours in the car with two small children. Yes, I want to go to the beach. No, I don’t want to travel to the...

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school boy

I remember the school shooter drills

I don't teach anymore, but I remember the drills. I remember the nervous chatter of middle schoolers as we huddled in the farthest corner, the door locked, the room dark, objects in hand ready to throw at an assailant.

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