Elizabeth
Elizabeth is a native Texan and stay at home mom to a 3-year-old human hurricane in pigtails and a 1-year-old son who is currently jockeying for the title of world’s biggest mama’s boy. She has been married to her husband, who lives in perpetual denial of the fact that he is, in fact, a Yankee, for eight long (and wonderful!) years. Together they have renovated a historical home with their own little hands (never again), braved the winters of New York (and decided they’d rather not), and discovered a profound and binding love of travel (travel without the children, that is). They currently reside in Fair Oaks Ranch where they are surrounded by family and deer.
Everything Old Is New Again: How a Monthly Planner Saved My Life
Aging is inevitable—on this, I think we can agree. I’ve always accepted that time would march on—probably right across my face—and that there is precious little I can do to stop it. What I’ve...
It’s Not About the Cookies: My Girl Scout’s (Mis)Adventure Selling Door to Door
When my six-year-old daughter bounded into the kitchen one bright, crisp January morning and announced that she wanted to go door to door to sell her Girl Scout cookies “TODAY!!” my heart skipped a...
Mom Gets Schooled: Lessons I Learned When My Daughter Started Elementary School
My daughter started elementary school this fall, and it ushered a major season of change into my life. Gone forever are my leisurely mornings of 9:30 A.M. preschool drop-offs. Gone are my days of...
An Insider’s Guide to Gift Shopping in Boerne
I don't know if y'all have heard, but Boerne is a having a moment. Don't believe me? Just look here or here. What was once a relatively sleepy little "cow town" (as described by...
Family Picture Day: The Ugly Truth Behind the Pretty Smiles
Family Picture Day. These three little words strike more fear in a mama’s heart than almost any other combination of words in the English vocabulary.
If you watch closely, her eyes will dilate and...
Mama Goes to the Gym: A Workout Story
Gather 'round, kiddos, and let me tell you a little story about what happens when mama goes to the gym. As a matter of fact, the act of getting to the gym is, for...
Mission (Not) Impossible: Making Friends When You’d Probably Rather Stay at Home
As a mom, I am in little to no position to offer unsolicited advice to anyone about anything. It wouldn’t take more than a passing glance over my bloodshot, puffy eyes and Crisco-coated hair...
Mommy, My Tummy Hurts: My Unexpected Introduction to Food Allergies
"Mommy, my tummy hurts."
It had become such a common refrain from my five-year-old daughter that to my wary mom ears it sounded indistinguishable from the clearly less alarming "Mommy, I’m bored" or "Mommy,...
Momentum Starts with Mom: The Great Inconvenient Truth of the Summer
We are moms, knee-deep into summer, and we hold this truth to be self evident: that nothing, absolutely positively nothing in the summer happens without our involvement. Our kids cannot go anywhere, eat anything,...
When Your Mom Falls Out of a Tree (and Other Little Calamities You Probably...
"Hey, Mom’s fallen out of a tree and can’t move."
It wasn’t exactly the kind of text I was expecting to receive at 7:30 on a Thursday night...or any other night, for that matter.
"Are...
I Dated Bad Boys in High School and Other Reasons I Let My Son’s...
It happened pretty much every time I took both of my children out in public together. I’d have them both strapped tightly in our stroller or shopping cart in a laughably futile attempt to...
It’s a Marshmallow World for the Kiddos: My Losing Battle With Candy
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes...how do you measure—measure a year?
If my kids were to answer this question, I guarantee their answer would be “in pieces of candy.” And if that annual number...
That’s the Story of Love
In motherhood, we don’t get many quiet moments. I’m beginning to think that’s by design. The incessant busyness keeps us distracted from the unavoidable truth about our children that hides from us in plain sight:...
Air Travel with Children: Your One-Way Ticket to Crazy Town
Flying is not fun. This is fact. Anyone who tells you otherwise is not your friend. Granted, there was a time when flying was considered fun—glamorous, even. But that time has passed. Yes, there...