Being a military wife means having an ever changing village. Here is my goodbye to the friends moving on.
A few nights after hubby is home, baby decides on a 05am wake up call.
The sleepless nights, the explosive poo. An ode to Vivienne's first year Earth side.
Another pregnancy announcement from a dear friend, and a text of "tell me everything you know" has inspired me to write this. I'm by no means an expert, as I'm only 2.5 years in to this parenting malarkey myself, but I thought I'd share a little bit of what I wish people had told me... Continue Reading →
Motherhood can be hard. But it doesn't have to be lonely. If you need a friend, I'm there. Often with bonus cake that the toddler and I have thrown together. I also have a handy sleeve for those snotty tears when you're having a really bad day.
If you're not there on time, or refuse to go or don't show up within 6 hours it's an automatic referral to Child services
You only regret the choices you never made. The things you never tried, the moments you didn't say yes to. Apparently. What about the other side of the coin? The choice you did make? The "yes" that you did utter? Do you regret that? Was it the right choice? Would the grass be greener if... Continue Reading →
Living in military accommodation has its plus points, but also has a few downsides. There's no rule that says you can't decorate/paint, however when handing the house back it has to be all magnolia walls and immaculately cleaned (post on how to clean to March out standard will probably happen at some point) After 4... Continue Reading →
Inevitably, as the child of a potty mouthed parent, he's picked up a few curse words.