Busy Mom’s Guide: 4th of July Party Planning

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Here in New England our spring season tends to hang around a little longer than it should, due to the fact that winter wayyy overstayed its’ welcome. This brings us to the end of June still hauling around coats, moving in-doors after 7pm and turning up the heat in the car for those early morning drives. But something magical happens when Maine hits July: summer begins! And nothing rings the arrival of the best 6 weeks of the year like a 4th of July bash.

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Freckle Face {Lessons I Learned In The Sun}

frecklefaceheader1So it seems it’s time for confessions and I will make mine readily: I have an awful freckle face. It hides itself in the winter, but as soon as the sun hits the daisies it pops out faster than you can say ‘go buy concealer!’ I’ve never been a huge fan of them, but they cover easily enough so they didn’t give me much trouble. But they were covered. Always. I painstakingly applied makeup to all the brown little dots morning after morning, time after time, to try to erase, or at least neutralize, the sun’s damage. It wasn’t until just recently that I ever considered doing otherwise – because, why else, freckles were meant to be covered, right? Continue reading

A Daddy’s Heart {A Father’s Day Tribute}

daddyheart1Father’s Day was always a very special day in my house growing up. All six of us kids would elbow our way into the kitchen to help mom serve up the best breakfast of the year and then fight over who got to pour his orange juice. Some lucky duck would think quick and race into the closet to deliver his bathrobe and slippers. I’m pretty sure he got non-stop back rubs from the moment he woke up until he finally peeled us off to put us to bed at night {enter the Velcro sound effect}. We would shower him with gifts, homemade cards with scribbled names and always – always – mom would initiate a craft (usually something he could wear) that had all of our hand-prints on it. If you peek in his closet today you can still see the ratty sweatshirts with fabric-paint hand outlines boasting 2, then 3, then 4 and 5 then sets of prints, names and ages. He wore them proudly and we loved to go up and find out hands throughout the year and compare how they had grown. Needless to say, we loved our dad – adored our dad – and there was one very simple reason for that: he adored us. Continue reading

The Stay-At-Home Mom That Stays At Home

sahmheader1Hello, my name is Jasmine and I’m a Stay-At-Home-Mom. No, I’m not introducing myself at SAHM’s Anonymous; more like the “stay-at-home-mom’s that don’t want to stay at home club”. I can’t help it – I can’t sit still! NOT that I’m sitting still at home with my LIttle Miss and Mr. Not a chance! But staying in the same half-mile-radius for days on end starts to make me want to crawl out of my skin. Can I get a witness? I mean really, moms, am I the only one?

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