Got Kids?
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There are a slew of experts out there that will offer you parenting advice, write parenting articles and sell parenting books telling you how to raise your kids. Some of them have something worthwhile to say.
Others are full of crap.
In fact, many of the so-called experts on parenting have never even seen crap – at least not the kind that a toddler produces following raisins, cantaloupe and a cupcake with blue icing.
I’ll admit I have my favorite experts in the field of parenting advice.
I have a preference for scientists and doctors, preferably of the tall, dark and handsome variety, but nothing can replace the sage wisdom and parenting advice of the people that have really been there – real moms.
Real Parents…
Now I could be diplomatic and say real parents, but why lie? We all know that dads are the greatest invention since the pillow (more on that later), but they are generally only useful for throwing footballs, cutting the yard, and holding the baby while we make a frantic trip to the bathroom – usually with the toddler in tow.
Dads mean well, they try hard, but they will just never be Mom.
Real Moms
We are the parenting experts. We are chock full of parenting advice and experience. And I try to squeeze out a few minutes in the day throw together the occasional parenting article to help the other real moms out there struggling to figure out how to mix baby cereal or go the grocery store with two under two.
This is my world, and this is my personal collection of parenting advice.
Parenting Expert?
And just who am I? I’m like you – a real mom.
- I’m a real mom who’s done battle with diarrhea, molars, and a baby who didn’t sleep through the night for over two years (and who still isn’t at the moment.)
- I’m a real mom who bribes my children with popcorn and Icees so I can survive the grocery strore without “help” pushing the cart.
- I’m a real mom who’s read at least twenty-five parenting books in the last three years, and tried everything until I found the parts that make sense in my little queendom.
- I’m a real mom with stretch marks, feet two sizes bigger than they were three years ago, and thirty pounds of baby fat sticking around that I am still working to beat off.
- I’m a real mom who survives on six to eight very interrupted hours of sleep each night, but cherishes every day because its another one I spend with the angels whom I love best – my boys, Jake and Brian.
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