“Imposter Syndrome” is the experience of doubting your abilities or feeling like a fraud. It can also be seen in attributing your success to external factors (or “luck”) and is typically seen in men and women equally.

I have probably sat down and tried writing this post ten times. Five years after our consecutive miscarriages, the pain is still so real.

It took me nearly 10 years to find my desire to read again. As a self-proclaimed “lifelong learner”, it saddens me to think of the opportunities I missed over the years to learn new things and better myself.

Stroller running can sound somewhat intimidating because it definitely is an added element of difficulty to your daily run, but it has its pros to consider. If you’re on the fence about doing it, check out the benefits below:

Frog catching keeps my boys active outside because we always walk on a trail while we do it.  It is one of many things our entire family enjoys doing together.

So what do you do with grandparents, friends, or other family members who mean well but might step on your tender, new parent toes? Here are some tips for setting boundaries with family members after having a new baby. 

I promise you, salt projects are not the only fun activities we do. I figured if you tried my last salt project, you probably have a ton of salt leftover. If you haven’t, you should check it out! I’m hoping you find these glass bottles filled with colored salt so pretty and so much fun, you’ll wanna do this more than once!

I know what you’re going to say because I’ve said the same things myself. While there are endless reasons to talk yourself out of doing a boudoir session, I’m here to share some reasons why I personally found it to be worth it.

We decided what chores each of our children is capable of doing and how many minutes each chore should be worth.  Our children are all very much money and incentive-motivated, so we felt this could be a good fit for all of them.

I am going to age myself here, but I feel compelled to share another memory. When I was a kid, eight or nine years old, I was in a bowling league (at a second-hand-smoke-wafting bowling alley that now serves as a parking lot for a home improvement store) on the west side of Green Bay.