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I’m starting to feel like Bill Murray’s character in "Groundhog Day". I suspect I’m not the only one. My days are all starting to look the same-- just like t...

We have new neighbors moving in. Their house is still under construction, but very close to being done. Soon, mom and dad will have a few hungry mouths to ...

Hey everyone! So when I talked about finding happy distractions, I promised a giveaway… I’m slower than I had hoped to be in getting it out there, but here w...

“Do you need anything?” Since I knew “A swingset!” wasn’t the answer she was looking for, I just told my sister that we were all set. Because really, food a...

There was a time in my life somewhere between the day one of my elementary school teachers made it abundantly clear I would not be the Milwaukee Brewers’ sta...

These are strange times we’re living in. People are hoarding toilet paper and blaming China for a virus that neither the Chinese government nor people creat...

Is this heaven? No, it's the antique store. It’s been a few weeks since you last heard from me. I don’t need to ask how most of you are doing, because I can...

Can I just take a moment to say that teenage boys can be super gross? I mean, obviously this varies from kid to kid. But in general, it’s kind of a horrible...

There are a few things I have heard many times as Nolan’s mom. “I just don’t know how you do it…” “I don’t think I could handle it…” “He is so lucky to have ...

I’m distracted this week. Okay, so I’m always distracted (Kirk would be happy to verify that, I’m sure). In fact, by the time I’ve finished this post, I will...

Photo by Steines Photography Y’all… We are having a week here at the Bey homestead. It’s the time of year where the days are (finally) getting longer, and th...

In a previous post, I mentioned how it’s hard for me to find enough time and energy to support a side hustle. In all honesty, it’s hard for me to find enough...

Here is a close-up picture I took Sunday. See if you can guess what this is: a. Nolan’s first whiskers b. The first visible sign that my son is ...

I live under a rock. I’ve said it probably thousands of times… “Do you watch Schitt’s Creek?” “No. I live under a rock.” “Have you been to that new noodle pl...

I still remember the morning in March 2006 when Cindy went back to work after 12 weeks of maternity leave. It would just be Nolan and I for about eight hour...

Next Tuesday, Kirk and I are speaking to a psychology class at a local university. A friend of ours is the professor, and we’ve spoken to a couple of her cl...

If there’s one thing I can count on Nolan to be, it’s unpredictable. Several weeks ago, the good folks at Zimpli Kids sent us some of their products to try o...

Parents of special needs kiddos tend to look out for one another. Have a question or need help with something? Just ask, and chances are you’ll get respons...

Sick days are tolerable when you’re a kid. Yeah, you’d prefer not to be reaching for a Kleenex every 30 seconds or gagging because you swear that grape-flav...