I consider myself a pretty hip mom. Ali tells me that this belief in itself proves that I’m not. I may have to, begrudgingly, believe her considering what I learned this past week. I was schooled, yo.
I have a seven-year-old daughter who knows how to use my smartphone better than I do. I’m quite certain she was born with a skill set specific to her generation. While I have only one game for her on my phone and she’s allowed to play it only when I am with her, I still worry about her access. See, I’m hip to the dangers. But the dangers upped their game and I fell a bit behind. Have you heard of vault apps? If not, read on. If so, you totally get the Hip Mom Award and I want to be your friend.
A small downfall of being a single mom is the lack of pictures of the kids that actually include you in it. Like most moms of the 21st century, I have my phone on hand at all times to capture the small memories and moments that make up our everyday, but when I look back at the pictures, there is always a noticeable lack of me. Sure, there is the occasional family selfie but nothing that truly reflects our family and the times that we have together. Though I don’t particularly enjoy having my picture taken and tend to shy away from the lens anyway, it is nice to have a family photo record acknowledging that yes I was indeed there at least in a few pictures. (more…)
Whether you’re in the process of booking your baby’s first plane flight, or you’re planning a road trip to visit your mom and dad, if you’re seriously considering traveling as a single mom, simply continue reading to discover 10 handy tips that will make traveling with your baby a breeze. (more…)
I was driving along, listening to a fabulous book, completely absorbed in the story, minding my own business, and BAM! No, it wasn’t a car wreck; it was a mind wreck. A passage from the book set my mind on an ever-winding course of fear. Not fear for myself. Fear for my daughter, for the unnecessary fears she will undoubtedly face.
One of my favorite parts about buying a house was the open house listing that would come out every Sunday. I would find the ones in my price range (and some a bit outside of it just for fun) and map out the best route to get me to all of them. I loved seeing all of the different homes and checking out each perspective neighborhood. The possibility of something new was fun. This week, however, the girls and I attended an entirely different type of open house. One where new just doesn’t have the same appeal. (more…)