Friday is St. Patrick's Day already. I can't believe we are halfway through March! I shot this look with Lauren of Laurel Creative and knew I wanted to post it this week. I know I mentioned in a previous post about how I couldn't believe some people make such a big deal about St. Patrick's Day, but the truth is, I grew up in a Catholic school run by Irish nuns (our team name was the Celtics). St. Patrick's Day was always a cause for celebration, and because I have been very close to some of those Irish Catholic nuns, it is a day I hold dear to my heart - just not for the reasons of green beer and leprechauns that everyone is all about now.
Truth be told, I may not even really celebrate the day. I will think of those Sisters of Mercy in my life fondly and I will say a prayer for them. But I will most certainly wear green!
I wasn't too sure about this outfit when I first put it on, but then I actually went crazy over it. I'm excited to wear it somewhere now! I like how the top balances out the skirt, and I love these lace up heels that my mother-in-law gave me for Christmas. I like that this dressier outfit is infused with some color, so it's fun while still being sophisticated. I paired it with a double layer choker and a simple envelope clutch that I've had for probably 10 years (don't ever get rid of classic pieces - they can always be used!).
And if you're not into St. Patrick's Day at all? This is a great spring outfit, and I'm so ready for all the pastels and brights and skirts and dresses that come along with spring!
Top: New York & Company (Similar here)
Shoes: New York & Company
Choker: New York & Company
Bracelets & Purse: my own
I know I've mentioned being acne-prone before, but I'm not sure how in depth I've gotten. When I was nearing the end of high school, I started suffering from painful cystic acne. I bounced around a few dermatologists over the next couple of years, but my acne ended up so bad that I went on Accutane when I was 19. I was seeing a dermatologist who was pretty young and listened to me, but I was having to go in at least once a month to get my cysts injected with steroids to bring them down.
I'll never forget the day I showed up to the office, in tears, with what can only be described as a unicorn horn growing out of my forehead, and begged him to help me. We had discussed Accutane before, but I wasn't convinced and my mom had major reservations about my starting it. Long story short, he convinced me to try it, but also made me promise to go see my Ob-Gyn to see if we could figure out what was causing it. I did go see my gyno, who diagnosed me with PCOS and prescribed birth control to control my hormones. After three months of Accutane, my skin was pristine, and the birth control helped me have minimal breakouts.
Fast forward a few years, we decided we were ready to start trying for a baby, and I got off birth control. My skin went wild. Obviously, my issue is majorly hormonal and in large part due to my PCOS. During pregnancy my skin was pretty clear, but postpartum and during my 21 months of nursing, it was horrible. I went to a dermatologist here and there but never with much regularity, and usually when I needed a shot for a cyst.
Back in December, I went to see a dermatologist whose office I had been visiting for years, but had never seen him. He recommended a 10% benzoyl peroxide wash and a facial. Under my insurance (United), facials for acne treatment are covered at 100%.
So the first part of my skincare routine is now a monthly facial at the dermatologist's office. I typically go a week after my cycle to extract any pimples and also get injections for any cysts I may have.
My daily skincare routine is actually fairly simple. I still get breakouts, especially right around my period, but there are far fewer cysts than there ever have been.
I use the 10% BP Wash once a day, typically when I shower. If I don't shower first thing in the morning, I will just rinse my face with water. If I am wearing makeup, I make sure it comes off before bed, always. I use Garnier's Micellar Water. This stuff is awesome and gets everything off your face, without leaving it feeling stripped and dry.
I moisturize every morning and every night. I use this Laura Mercier Infusion de Rose Nourishing Creme.
Once, maybe twice a week, I use Murad's Skin Smoothing Polish after I wash my face.
Sunscreen. I cannot stress this enough. Living in South Florida, I know way too many people who have had scares with skin cancer, and aside from a few years in my youth when I thought being tan was equal to being gorgeous, I have spent the rest of my years covering up my skin, even to the point where I have been made fun of at the beach! (Side note: at the beach, I wear full coverage sunscreen, makeup over that, and a hat, and I try to stay under an umbrella for a good majority of the day.) For everyday, I use a tinted moisturizer with SPF 20.
For an extra treat, I really love Sephora's face masks. I typically buy 2 or 3 that I feel could address different issues I have, and keep them on hand for when I feel like my skin needs some extra TLC.
I also try to let my skin "breathe" a couple days a week, which means no makeup (yikes!). I never would have done this when I was working, but now I can. What I did do when I was working was wash my face as soon as I got home from work so my skin had a little break for a few hours.
And there you have it, friends. How I keep my acne under control!
I may be late to the game, but I'm on a little bit of a rose gold kick lately, and I can't get enough of it. So this edition of Friday Faves is dedicated to all things rose gold.
I already told you about these jeans - they have a few rose gold details, including some metallic thread detail, rhinestones where some of the rips are, and rose gold buttons. Love them!
These shoes! I had been on the hunt for rose gold shoes but hadn't found anything I was really crazy about. I found these, and bonus for them being on sale when I ordered them! (They still are on sale, btw.)
My AppleWatch - I've talked about my watch before but I really get so much use out of this thing.
This coin purse. I'm all about minimalism these days, so I only keep what's absolutely necessary on me. My license, a couple credit cards, health insurance cards, and some cash. That's all I need, and this little wallet fits all of those perfectly. Find a similar one here. I bought it at a little shop in LA, but I've linked a similar one here. It's a little bigger, but still has the same look.
This candle from Bath & Body Works. It's called Tobacco Flower and it is AMAZING. I don't like fruity smells so I was a little hesitant because it had the word flower in it, but oh my goodness is this my new favorite! And it's also on sale! I actually just ordered more (shhh).
Happy Friday, friends!
*This is not a sponsored post.
I'm always interested to hear what other parents consider their absolutely must-haves. For some parents, it's certain toys, for others it's a food product. Our top must-haves in our house vary, but these are the things that have gotten the most use in our house over the course of the last 2 years. I'm including links to the products to make for easy shopping (I got you).
And there you have it! The items we absolutely cannot live without in our house!
I'd love to hear your must-have items - leave them in the comments section below!
*This post is not sponsored.
A couple of weeks ago someone posted a photo on Facebook, asking how many other moms looked like a hot mess while their little ones looked photo shoot ready every day. So many other moms commented (myself included!), "Yes!" "That's us over here, too!" "Heck yes, everyday!" It got me thinking about how often I really put together an outfit for everyday. It's definitely NOT everyday!
I would say that 80% of the time I am in yoga pants and a tee shirt with some funny mom quote. And that's fine, because why am I going to waste a cute outfit if I'm not going to really see anyone that day? But there are days when I have stuff to do. An appointment, lunch with friends, whatever - and I want to look put together. Actually, this week I spent more time out of yoga pants than in them, but I would definitely say that's a rarity! Anyway, on those days, I want to look cute and put together, but I also need to be ready to chase this guy around, because let's face it - just because I have stuff to do doesn't mean he's going to behave perfectly.
So here's a look that you can put together in a hurry, when you need to look put together, but still be comfortable enough to chase after your kids.
I'm a jeans girl. I will probably always choose jeans over anything else if I know I won't suffocate in them. They're easy, and if you get the right pair, they are comfortable and flattering and make you feel good in them. I typically have 2 or 3 pairs in rotation, including a pair of "nice" jeans that I save for the weekends. So this was an easy look to put together once I threw the jeans on. It's just a sleeveless tank with a pretty chiffon detail at the bottom. I think I paid $5 for it at the New York & Company Outlet last summer. The lace bomber jacket and jeans are from New York & Company (the jacket is actually on sale right now and the jeans are buy one get one 50% off), and I ordered them recently. I love the feminine, yet laid back feel of the bomber jacket, and it makes me feel put together. Jackets are always an easy way to polish or update a look, and this one is no exception. The other thing I love about jackets is that they help to cover up any problem areas (or perceived problem areas, right, ladies?).
I paired this look with a statement necklace (that I also got from New York & Company, years ago), my beige Vauva Pack (so I can be hands free), and a comfy pair of pointy toe flats. Pointy toe flats are another one of my favorite ways to dress up a casual look. They pair great with jeans of all lengths, so they are definitely a go to when I want to look a little more chic than when I am in my sneakers.
There you have it - easy, comfy, and put together! It takes just as long as it does for me to put on yoga pants and a tee shirt, and I don't feel like a slob if I run into someone or end up having an unplanned lunch with a friend. And as usual, my makeup gets done in the car, and is very basic.
Get your style on, momma.
This post is not sponsored. I actually really love New York and Company and could probably be a spokesperson, but I bought all the pieces here and received no compensation for them.
If you follow me on Instagram, you already know that I completed my half marathon on Sunday. I wrote a post not too long ago about my workout essentials, and how I felt I was unprepared for my half marathon.
And I wasn't prepared, not as much as I should have been. The furthest I had ever run before then was 5.5 miles. Nothing even close to 13.1. As a matter of fact, I almost didn't show up that morning. I was in the process of psyching myself out, I was crying, I didn't want to do it alone. And my husband looked at me and said, "You've got to be kidding, you can't be scared of this. You've birthed a human! You can do this."
I started off the morning with my brother-in-law and sister-in-law, who signed up for the run because Eddie and I said we were going to do it. Disney and anything princess related is a major motivator. While we were standing in the corral, we were talking about our expectations for it, and my sister-in-law mentioned she had a time in which she wanted to finish. She then added, "My goal is to cross the finish line." I looked at them and said, "Honestly, you guys have trained hard for this. I haven't been nearly as good. My goal is six miles. If I make it through six miles, I'll have run farther than I have ever run before, and I'll make it all the way through Magic Kingdom." I ended up running the first mile or so with them, and then I fell behind. It gave me a lot of time to think.
I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I got emotional during this run. Within the first two miles I thought about my grandmother, who passed away in November, and how she would have been freaking out if she knew I was doing this, which then made me crack up. I thought about Caleb and Eddie, and how utterly blessed I am to have them in my life. I thought about my parents, and my in-laws, who gave up their anniversary weekend to watch us all run this thing (Fun fact: my parents anniversary is the 25th, my in-laws the 26th, and ours the 27th!). Before I knew it, I was crossing the Magic Kingdom parking lot and mile 3.
By the time I crossed mile 5, we were entering Magic Kingdom. Eddie was waiting for me in the spectator area on Main Street (Caleb stayed with my parents the night before so I could sleep). I had already been crying after passing a few super motivating signs, but once I saw Eddie, all bets were off. I was a blubbering mess. And I think I was so emotional because I had doubted myself so hard. Maybe also because I was PMSing, but whatever. He grabbed my face and said, "You're doing amazing. Keep going. You've got this." Then we took a picture together with the castle in the background, and you can clearly see tears in my eyes. It also might be my favorite picture of us with the castle, ever.
So I made myself a new goal - I would get to Mile 10. Miles 6 - 9 I slowed down some, but I was still trucking. Mile 10 was where it started to get HARD. My quads were burning, and I could feel blisters on the bottom of my feet. I didn't have any pain, but my body was definitely feeling every step. But right before I reached Mile 10, I started to get all kinds of texts from my family and friends, who were following along with my bib tracking.
When my parents texted that they were at the finish line with Eddie and Caleb, I knew that I would have to finish this race. Miles 11-13 were so damn long. And so hard. I was slow. I walked a lot. But I kept telling myself, just finish.
When I finally reached the finish line, I smiled, and then I broke down. I lost it. Ugly cried. Trust me, Disney PhotoPass Photographers caught it, and yes, I'm sharing with you.
I kept crying, and when I got my medal, I'm pretty sure I couldn't see straight. When I finally caught up with Eddie and Caleb and my parents, I was a mess.
But I learned so much doing this.
I learned that completing something like this is 25% training for it and 75% mental. If you have people pushing you and cheering for you, you can do it.
I learned that I can crush my goals, and then continue to surpass them.
I learned that I am stronger than I ever believed.
It reaffirmed that my body is incredible.
I learned that half marathoners come in all shapes, sizes, and athletic abilities.
I learned that if you want to do something, just do it. Don't set mental barriers for yourself. Don't tell yourself anything else except, you CAN.
One note: don't do this without training some. I knew I could do 5 miles, and with the motivation and the energy levels around me, I was able to complete it, but I would definitely recommend a lot more training than what I did. But if this is something that you want to do, then train for it, and do it. I promise, you can. Even in the best shape of my life, and when I was the most active, running a mile was something I was never able to do. If you had told me 5 years ago I would be able to complete 13.1 miles, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am. And yes, I'm totally getting that magnet for my car, because why the heck not?!
Crush it, momma.
It's almost March, which means all the St. Patrick's stuff has started to show up on store shelves (side note: when did St. Patrick's Day become an actual holiday?). This got me thinking about luck.
"You're so lucky." If you live on this planet, those words have probably been uttered to you before in regard to something you have or have achieved. Those words really make me crazy. And while I know that people never say them with ill-intent, it's always a shock to my system to hear those words.
Luck: (noun) success or failure apparently brought about by chance rather than one's own actions.
I'm not sure about you, but I don't feel like most of the things in my life came about by chance. Aside from an initial chance encounter, most of the things in my life have come about through hard work and sacrifice.
"You are so lucky to be a stay-at-home mom." I would venture to say that this has nothing to do with luck and everything to do with a series of decisions I made during my life, including the decision to marry a husband who recognized the importance of having a parent stay home with young children if it was feasible.
"You are so lucky to have a solid marriage." Ummm, marriage is hard work. Luck stopped the day my husband and I crossed paths in our university's student center. Every day thereafter has been the product of choices made by each of us to keep our relationship thriving. Speaking of...
"You are so lucky to have landed such an incredible man." Why yes, my husband is pretty freaking incredible. I'd like to think I am too. And I'd like to think that, again, luck had nothing to do with me landing him. My stellar personality and ridiculously good looks (just kidding haha) must have had nothing to do with it, right? But seriously, did I have nothing to do with it? Saying this implies that he basically picked me out of a hat. And considering we dated twice, I'd say that most certainly wasn't the case.
"You are so lucky to have your little boy." To this I'd say, read about our struggle with infertility. Has God blessed me immensely with this little boy of mine? YES. Am I grateful to have him wake up every morning? Yes. Did he come to us by pure chance and luck? NO.
"Your husband is so lucky to have the job he has." I think this one may bother me most of all, and I know I have spoken to many friends who feel this way as well. My husband works his butt off - sometimes at the expense of his own well-being. His success can be attributed to any number of factors, but luck is certainly not one of them. And his success also has just a tiny bit to do with his having a supportive wife at home.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure that there is not a whole lot that anyone in this life has that can be attributed solely to luck. At some point along the way, a decision was made about something or other that led to whatever this person has or does not have. And I'm going to say I'm fairly certain luck has nothing to do with it.
So next time you're about to tell someone how lucky they are, don't. Some alternatives: "You're so fortunate," or "You've been blessed" (as cliched as that may be, it's still less insulting than "you're lucky."
Just keeping it real.
Last year we went to Disney the weekend of the Princess Marathon. I got all inspired and decided I was going to run a half marathon this year, namely the Princess Half Marathon. So I started training. I was doing great. I got up to 5 miles. Hubby and I went to DC and went on a run down the reflecting pool and up the Lincoln Memorial steps in 35 degree weather. I felt amazing.
A couple weeks later I caught a nasty cold, which turned into bronchitis. That left me with shortness of breath and a residual cough for a little over 2 months. I stopped running, but decided to register for the run anyway, with the intention of resuming training once the weather got a little better. Well, the weather didn't get cooler until about 2 months ago. Whoops. I've been running, but not nearly enough to run an entire half marathon. I figure I will do some running and a whole lot of walking. I'm not going to stress it and I'm certainly not going to injure myself. Regardless of what I accomplish, it will be a big deal for me, coming from someone who couldn't even finish a mile in high school.
But anyway, in the time I have been running, I have grown to really enjoy it. I don't feel like running is a chore, and it's nice to leave it all out on the pavement. I get why people are obsessive about running. It's therapeutic if you do it right.
But I have discovered some great stuff out there that really works for me when it comes to running. Aside from a good pair of sneakers (which you should definitely go get your feet checked for before investing in them), these are the things I must have when I run!
And there you have it! My running essentials!
If you have any tips you'd like to share about running a half marathon when you haven't properly trained then feel free to share them in the comments below. lol Otherwise, pray for me next Sunday! haha
When I was pregnant, I knew right away that it was a boy. When the ultrasound confirmed it, I was so excited to have a little boy. I get asked all the time when we are going to have our girl, and I honestly don't like that question. If God gives us a daughter, I will be thrilled. But I will not love my children any less because of their sex. My friend Justine over at Sunny in June is pregnant with her third baby boy. She recently wrote a great article in response to why this question in particular annoys her so much, because apparently raising boys is the worst.
I've noticed a lot of articles floating around recently about raising boys. Maybe it's because Facebook's algorithm is that good and notices I don't click on stuff with daughters so it pushes all the "boy parent" stuff up to the top of my feed. Regardless, I have read some interesting things out there in the last couple of weeks, with a particular resurgence since the Women's March.
I'm not making a political statement here. I'm writing from the heart on my thoughts, concerns, and fears when it comes to raising a boy. Girls and women get so much attention nowadays that it's hard to cut through sometimes and remember that raising our boys is so important too.
Firstly, however, I want to say that women's rights are important. We are equal to men. We are different, and those differences are cause for celebration. I mean, show me a man who can push a baby out his bits after carrying said baby for 9+ months, then continue to give that baby life by breastfeeding, and I will show you that pigs can fly. Women should be paid fairly for doing the same work men do, women should have the same opportunities men do, and women shouldn't have to feel like someone else needs to shatter glass ceilings for them. I am also in no way implying that every man is the same nor is every woman the same. Amongst us all, there are so many differences. Which again, should be celebrated, not shamed, in the way that some people do. If you want to work and pursue your career, go for it. If you want to stay home and take care of your children, do the damn thing. If you don't want to get married and travel the world with no strings attached, DO YOU GIRL.
But there are biological and developmental differences in men and women that can't be denied. We can't treat our boys and girls exactly the same because their needs are different. Having taught middle school for many years, I can tell you that the developmental difference is very much present. Their individual needs have to be met so that they can develop into the men we want a whole generation of girls to marry.
And while the old school mentality of "man up" doesn't necessarily sit well with me, neither does the notion that our boys have to be the same as girls, or that girls somehow deserve more of our attention than boys do. We want our boys to grow into men, into fathers, into spouses, and into incredible members of society. I don't want a son who is offended by everything, but I also don't want a son who is offensive. If we neglect them. or imply that somehow women deserve to be treated better than they do, then we are setting ourselves up for a generation of boys who is resentful.
So how do we raise our boys into men? I'm not sure that there's a right or wrong way to make our boys into men, but I know it starts at home. I don't know what the future will bring - I don't know if a few years from now I'll look back on these words and think, "Wow, Jenise, you had so much to learn." But I'd like to think that by doing some of these things, my Caleb will grow from a boy into a MAN.
Be the example.
Dads, you play a super important role here. The way that your sons see you treating women will be the way they treat women. You know that saying, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree?" Kids learn best by example. If you are demeaning women, making women seem less than men are, then that's what they will emulate. We are our children's first teachers. So hold open all the doors, allow women to go first, and give up your seat for the pregnant woman, for crying out loud. Same goes for us moms - whatever we allow to be done to us will be what our sons think is acceptable. But also very important will be how they see us treat other women. If we are bitchy and backstabbing and gossipy, they will think that behavior is okay.
Recognize their unique needs.
Some boys are sensitive. Others are not. Some boys are rough. Others are not. There is no mold for boys, just as there is no mold for anyone else on this earth. Pay attention to your child. If your son has an interest in trucks, let him play with trucks. If your son has a desire to rescue animals, let him do it. I come from a family with a diverse group of men. My grandfather was always a baseball-loving, scotch-drinking factory worker who loved to build things and use his hands. My dad is also great with building things and is super handy, but he loves to decorate and has never been interested in sports, really. One of my brothers is a priest who will occasionally play soccer and loves a good cigar, and my other brother is a lanky engineer who loves video games. Encourage the uniqueness in your boys. Don't ever tell them, "You're a boy, you should (or shouldn't) be doing this."
Let boys be boys.
Before you jump down my throat and say, "That's the most misogynistic phrase ever!" please let me finish. I don't mean that boys should be excused for inappropriate behavior because it's somehow ingrained in their DNA to be inappropriate. I do mean - let them play outside, give them activities that involve movement, teach them healthy ways of getting out stress or anxiety. I have friends whose daughters are content to sit and color and play with PlayDoh for hours. Caleb stands at the back door and begs me to go "ousside". He runs in circles while aforementioned girls are coloring. Their energy needs to be expended, and it's usually in super active ways. Let them go outside, let them get dirty. Let them learn to fix things. Take them fishing and let them bait the hook. Since when is being a man's man a bad thing (as long as you're not being a jerk while at it)?
Monitor what they watch/listen to/read.
I'm not saying to censor anything, but if it has a questionable message, (and their maturity level is at a place where this is an appropriate action) talk to them about it and discuss why the message is questionable. Mainstream media is full of smart, independent women, but it's also filled with terrible messages that heavily influence our boys. They think that if the celebrities they look up to say it's okay, then it's okay (don't even get me started on kids having celebrities as role models). We also live in a society where sex is "easy come, easy go," and a lot of things are no longer considered taboo, especially when it comes to what we are watching and listening to. If we teach them that sex is something to be valued, then they will recognize those messages as frivolous. It all comes down to talking to them openly. Having open lines of communication with your kids makes a world of difference in their perception of the world.
Teach them self control.
This one is huge. I think if more people (men and women alike) practiced self control, we would avoid a lot of the issues that we have. If we teach our boys to have self control and not act on every impulse, that will cut the issues we have tremendously. By teaching them to control urges of all kinds, we teach them about patience and respect. One of the things I always used to tell my middle school students was, no matter what a girl says to you, you need to exercise self control and think about the situation. I came across many situations where girls were baiting boys, and the boys would get in trouble when they really didn't think they were doing anything wrong, because girls were sending all the "green light" signals. When the boys got in trouble, they were dumbfounded, and a lot of that could have been avoided if they had exercised self control. My parents' favorite phrase to tell us was "There are choices and there are consequences. Every single choice has a consequence. Consider your options." After a few years, it was shortened to, "Remember: choices and consequences," as we were leaving the house to head out to wherever we were going. It makes you stop and think about what the reaction to your action will be.
Teach them that feelings are okay.
One of the most damaging things we can tell our boys is to "man up." They need to learn that a healthy expression of emotion is normal. Crying is normal, anger is normal. Punching or hitting someone isn't (unless they deck you first, in which case, have at it... and that's something I would tell my daughter, too, if I had one.). So many guys grow up thinking that they can't act a certain way or feel a certain way because it isn't manly. That just isn't true. Feelings are a normal reaction to events in our lives and should be felt, not squashed. And if our boys don't learn to deal with their feelings, then they hold them inside until they blow, resulting in rage, violence, depression, you name it. So go ahead baby boy, cry it out. I'll comfort you and tell you it's okay.
Teach them kindness.
Kids can be cruel. Teach your kids to stand up for those who are picked on, to sit at lunch with the kid who sits alone, to offer a helping hand. And don't just tell them to do it. Model the behavior! Don't talk badly about people or make fun of others. Be kind to everyone you meet, and your kids will emulate that behavior. Help those you come across who are in need, and teach them that being a silent spectator is just as bad as committing an act yourself. If our kids learn from a young age to be kind, then they will continue to practice that kindness throughout their lives. And really, that's what the world needs right now - a whole lot of kindness.
Don't make excuses for them.
My mom always tells this story about me. When I was in high school, I was in an Honors math class. I had a bunch of friends in the class, but since Math wasn't my strength, I always sat in the front of class and was ready for when the teacher walked in (go ahead, call me a nerd). One day, he walked into class and the rest of the class didn't settle down, so he said that since we didn't need him, he was just going to give us a test on the material we were supposed to have learned that class. Two of my bookish friends and I, all of whom were ready for class to begin, got up and walked out of the room, something that was totally out of character for us. My mom was the Assistant Principal at the time, and we marched straight to her office, indignant that we were being treated so unfairly by the teacher. She looked at us and said, "I don't care whether you think it was fair or not, he actually has the right to report you, and you could be suspended for your actions. I suggest you march right back to his classroom and apologize." We burst into tears and walked back to class, heads down, so embarrassed. We were lucky we didn't get into more trouble, but it's a perfect example of not bailing your kids out. My mom and that teacher still work together and laugh about this story every time we are all together, but it taught me a really important lesson, and that was that regardless of what my mom's position was within that institution, she wasn't going to let me off easy.
This is probably, by far, the most important thing. My mom could have made up an excuse for me and said it wasn't fair, the teacher was wrong, any number of things. But she didn't. Kids have to learn to deal with the consequences of their actions. All of these stories in the news where boys sexually assaulted a girl, what do they have in common? Mommies and daddies who swoop in and save them. As a parent, it's natural to not want to see your child suffer. But sometimes, a little suffering goes a long way. If they see that their parents are going to hold them to the same standards that everyone else is held to, they won't think they'll get off easy.
Will these things make a difference? Will these things help me make my boy into a man? I don't know. And the answer is that truthfully, nobody knows. And we can teach our boys everything we know, and they are still going to make mistakes. And at that point it will be up to us to reconsider our use of the phrase "boys will be boys." Because really, boys are human, and like every human, should be held accountable for their choices.
Stay hopeful friends, there are some good men coming your way.
And go check out Justine's latest post on raising boys, too! I promise you'll love it!
If you know anything about me, you know I am all about ease. Whatever makes my life easier, I'm all about it. So why would I be any different when it comes to making meals for my family?
When it comes to cooking, the less I have to prep, the less I have to dirty, and the less I have to clean, the better! Which is why I absolutely love these Aidells All Natural Chicken Meatballs. They are tasty and I can read every single ingredient in the ingredients list. They come fully cooked, so all you need to do it heat and eat. Best of all, Caleb and Eddie love them too! I actually always have two packs on hand, for nights when I forget to pull something out or plan a meal or just in case we end up with last minute company, I can always throw these on the frying pan and have a delicious, easy, and healthy dinner.
This combination is one of my favorites because it's tasty, and the colors look gorgeous together, don't they? It's also a one-pan meal, so there's that, too.
I buy a packaged butternut squash at Publix, it already comes chopped (again, all about easy) and vacuum sealed so it will last longer in your fridge.
Friends, it doesn't get much easier than that! Enjoy!
About this Mom
A Miami wife and first-time mom documenting her days with her toddler and all that comes along with it.