Just for today, let’s pretend that ‘The Fab Mom’ actually stands for ‘Fear After Babies’ (as opposed to ‘focused after babies’). We’re going deep here. Starting a conversation about parenting through fear. Hang with me. It’s not as fabulous or fun, but fear is real. We all have it. We all fear it. (See what I did…
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Summer learning… by doing nothing. {VIDEO}
Earlier this summer, I wrote a summer parenting tips piece for Today’s Parenting Team and got a lot of support and little bit of flack… just by talking all about how we will be doing “nothing” this summer. (Well, mostly nothing… we did have swimming lessons, a brief mini-gymnastics class and a week-long cheer camp thing. But…
Disneyland with Grandpa. No princesses necessary. #Disneyland60
Every time Father’s Day rolls around, I usually write something about my husband (how he freaks me out, the things I learn from him, blah blah blah)… but I rarely write about my own dad. Because Dad is kinda private. You can’t even ask him to take a picture (with his own grandkids!) without him…
Dance Mom Diary: Make it BIG. SO BIG.
BIGGER. BIGGER! Make it bigger. Do it bigger. Bigger is better. (Dance mom here.) Anyone who studied dance at the same studio I did growing up (you know who you are… Smooth Criminals forever…) associates the word “bigger” with equal parts affection, fear and love. More affection and love, but still a little fear. As…
Confessions of a married single mom.
Guess what: I’m a single mom who’s married. I actually said those exact words out loud (more than once) to friends, family and acquaintances this past week. I’m a single mom who’s married! Laughing. Cackling. Giggling. When I spontaneously said it, I thought it was very on point and true. The friends, family and acquaintances who heard the words…
5 (semi) controversial life lessons from Mom.
My mom’s a piece of work… in the best way possible. Practical. A Pep Talker. Realistic. Happy. Fun. Beyond Capable. Takes No Crap From Nobody. She’s actually the Real Fab Mom — focused, fun & fabulous after having babies. (I’m just pretending to be because I bought the URL and put my picture on the home page…)…
Top 3 tips for faking supermom status.
The other day I got a most sweet (and, ego-feeding) text from a longtime friend. “You really are supermom” it read. (Aha! I thought, Another one fooled!) My head wanted to fly off right then and there and do a million summersaults high into the air and then land on my feet with an Olympic landing,…
