So you’ve gone through your entire house and you think you’re done childproofing. You’ve plugged every outlet, cushioned every table […]
I can be a highly stressed and anxious person. A lot of the time, if you don’t see me daily, I can hide it, but those that know me well, see me often, know it and can read me easily. My husband is one of those people. He can read me, he won’t necessarily know what is wrong or bothering me but he always knows when something is. I will not claim that I’m any master at handling stress but these are tips I’m hoping to implement myself and hope they’ll help.
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.
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.