St Patrick’s Day is a great, fun holiday, to share with the kids. Here are St Patrick’s Day activities to […]
My husband and I have a pretty “young” family. We have been married for just shy of three years, our oldest will be two in a week, and we are trying to gear through what traditions we would like to create as a family. We’ve both grown up with Christmas traditions, many the same, many different, and we are working on possibly changing it up a bit with our own family.
I follow plenty of people that share their family very openly online and love it. The Gardner Quad Squad and This is How We Bingham Vlogs are on my everyday viewing list. But there is one thing I know they deal with on a daily basis and that is the people that openly berate and/or judge them, but they also have grown this amazing and supportive cyber family.
This is a question that’s been on my mind ever since my second child, my son Jacob, was born six months ago. I grew up in a large family, I have five siblings, my mother has five siblings. I have cousins and more cousins, busting from the seams. I loved it, most of the time. I always thought I wanted four kids of my own. Not as big as my parents had but not too small either. I thought it would be perfect.