“Uh-oh, mommy. Why are my hands so full?”

As we exited daycare, her strawberry curls bounced through the parking lot. Tiny fingers clenched her latest masterpieces, sheets of endless scribbles and crunchy papers with thick globs of dried paint. She pulled herself into the backseat, grabbed for the movie headphones and dipped into the stash of fruit snacks for the ride home. I…

Be still and know: bedtime matters.

Bedtime. The word alone sends a jolt of anxiety coursing through my veins. Okay, maybe I’m being a little dramatic. But bedtime at our house is a process. The big kid? She’s a dream to put to bed nowadays. (She certainly wasn’t this way when she was three.) But this one? She’s got some spunk…

Mothers and daughters: the full-circle adventure.

Yesterday, my oldest daughter had the day off from school. We decided to take a last-minute road trip to Fargo, spending the day doing some of our favorite things. We started at the mall, making our fingers and toes look fancy at the nail salon. Next, we bopped into Justice and Claire’s for a new…

When life slaps you in the face.

Ever feel like life slaps you across the face when you’re already down? This literally happened to me the other day. You see, my husband broke his wrist playing basketball three weeks ago. Things like car seat buckles (and baths, and dishes, and… life) are pretty hard with one arm pinned up in a cast….

Simple reminders from my unexpected hospital stay.

Sometimes it takes something hard and scary, interrupting the middle of an ordinary life, to remind us of simple truths tucked deep in the back of our minds. Recently, I spent a painful night in the emergency room followed by two long days in the hospital. Ruptured ovarian cysts are no joke. The pain was…

Thoughts on emptying your purse + releasing what weighs down your soul.

Half-eaten ring pop. Broken hair clips. Old wipes that were used for who knows what. My kids give me all kinds of goodies that find a home in the deep, dark crevices of my not-so-regularly emptied purse. I love my moss green Michael Kors Selma. From the outside, that satchel is a beauty—structured leather, strong…

Choose your yes, and speak your no.

Please tell me I’m not the only person who has searched “how to say no” more than once. (Why, oh why, is it so hard?) Surprise: I’m a natural people-pleaser, often striving to out-perform and sometimes stretching myself too thin in the process. But you know what’s worse than saying no? Saying yes to the…

Gardening & parenting: planting seeds, sprinkling love.

We have our first little garden this summer. Maybe it’s my farm roots, maybe it’s my childhood memories of getting a little dirt under my nails, maybe it’s because life moves crazy fast these days—but I sure do love spending a little time out there every day. More than I thought I would. Almost daily,…

Good things come to those who… hush the hustle.

I have a sign in my office at work that says, “Good things come to those who hustle.” I loved it, until I hated it. It’s the opposite of waiting for good things to just happen. It’s a kick in the pants that our time here is brief and we’d better chase after the things…

8 years, 2 kids: Love looks different.

Love looks different these days. Here we are, eight years into married life (celebrating an anniversary just around the corner!), with two rambunctious kiddos vying for our attention every waking moment. It’s the best, and it’s hard. Gone are the days of ordering takeout and watching Netflix all day. Recently, we had a rare kid-free…