A No-Nonsense Cure for Hiccups
The secret to curing hiccups is a spoonful of peanut butter, but whatever you do don’t tell your kids. I know it sounds mean, but unless they are ready for that information, take it from me, just let them ride it out.
The secret to curing hiccups is a spoonful of peanut butter, but whatever you do don’t tell your kids. I know it sounds mean, but unless they are ready for that information, take it from me, just let them ride it out.
Time is one of those things that slips away from us unaware. We get so caught up in the day to day that we tend to forget that it is limited.
Looking for some simple ways to foster faith in your family? If so, stick around for some practical and creative ideas on ways to incorporate your faith into your daily living. We all have a million things we want to teach my kids, right? From good manners to reading, writing, and arithmetic. We have things…
After posting about our natural journey to fertility a couple weeks ago, I’ve had quite a few questions directed my way about how we found our doctor, so I thought I would take a post and share some tips finding natural healthcare for your family.
On the way to the hospital. Labor pains increasing. Our second child was getting ready to make his appearance. I probably had stayed home a little too long, but how did I know that my contractions were going to go from nine to two minutes apart? I’m learning to be still.
Heres my tale of the mall tantrum. I took my kids back to that dreaded place today. I shudder to even write it…the Mall. Last time we were there, I made the grave mistake of thinking my two-year-old and four-year-old were capable of sharing a sweet treat from Jamba Juice, after playing in the germ-infested…
Make sure you read my last post introducing our natural journey to fertility. I’m not a doctor, this is just my story…
I feel like I have met more and more women recently who are struggling with first or secondary infertility. I’m not sure if it’s because I have gone through it myself that I see it more or because it truly is becoming a more common issue among women in our generation. This is our natural…
I feel a bit disingenuous because last week I was heralding spring and this is week we are back to the wintery side of life. While I would love to see spring, I’m not complaining. This brief, March snowfall was just what I needed after acknowledging my modern-day Martha struggles.
My grandma was a product of the Great Depression. Learning to survive during those years of economic downturn truly affected how she lived the rest of her life. I can now understand why she hoarded random containers, and refused to let anything go to waste. Living to survive meant working hard, being frugal, and looking out…