Erin

Erin
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Erin is a born and raised San Antonio native. She is a proud graduate of Southwestern University, St.Mary's University and Texas Tech University. After graduate school, she married the love of her life and moved back to to town to be near both sides of their families. Together, they are attempting to raise three crazy humans: Chloe- 2011, Connor- 2014, and Charlie 2017 who make life fun, happy and hard. Erin is a marriage and family therapist and a contributor and sales coordinator for ACM. She is a lover of all things involving food, music, sarcasm and wine. And love. There must be lots of love. You can find her on Instagram at Instagram Favorite Restaurant: Nonna Osteria Favorite Landmark: Majestic Theatre Favorite San Antonio Tradition: Fiesta Arts Fair

Target Might Actually Be Heaven

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I was scrolling through Facebook the other day and saw a post that got me thinking. You know, in a philosophical, what’s-the-meaning-of-life kind of way. Are you ready? You might want to sit down...

The Day I Started Taking My (Mom) Life Less Seriously

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There is so much about life that doesn’t make sense. Mom life? Even less sense. For 37 years I have worked to establish myself as an individual, fighting for independence from the time I...

An Open Letter to the Flaky Mom

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I’m opening up a can of worms. I’ve tried to keep it shut, but I can’t. I’m a mom and I’m a busy one. I’m pulled in a million directions every single day, just like...
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Consequence and Confidence Jars: Helping My Kids Make Better Behavioral Choices

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It was one long summer in our household, y’all. I know I’m not the only one who is slightly relieved that school has started. Even those of you who put sad face emojis on...

I Threw My Kid’s Toy Out the Window

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I did. I truly did. I could lie and say I was at the end of my rope, but really it was just a normal Tuesday. A few errands, a late lunch, a Target run...

Taking the Hassle Out of Home-Selling: My Experience with Perch

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Disclaimer: Alamo City Moms Blog is excited to partner with Perch, a company dedicated to changing the way people buy and sell their homes. This is a sponsored post. I’m definitely guilty of spending countless...

What Happens When it’s Over?

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What happens when it’s over? When the babies don’t cry in the middle of the night for milk? When the magic kisses for their boo-boos no longer hold their power? What happens when that tiny,...

Give Me Five More Minutes

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“Give me five more minutes,” I yelled. I felt exhausted from all the packing we had done and was ready to get on the road. My bestie was helping me move six hours north...

Sorry, Kids—Just Tell Your Therapist One Day

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Every morning is a new day in a mom’s world. The wrongs of the prior day are always washed anew with the breaking of the dawn (and sometimes pre-dawn, for those of us with...

Why I Talk to My Husband

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There's some really hard stuff about marriage (that—gasp!—doesn’t involve our children) that we need to talk about, and it's not what you think. The hard stuff I’m talking about happens between the passionate love-making and...

Sharing the Love by Sharing Yourself: Getting the Valentine’s Day You Really Want

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It’s just around the corner, you guys. Good plans, bad plans, no plans, some plans. Everybody is crazy on… Valentine’s Day. The day of over-priced cards, flowers, chocolates, and—dare I say?—lingerie. (I realize that last one can...

I Teach My Boys to Cry

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This is a cruel world, no doubt about it. Arguably one of the more difficult times to raise children. Instead of sugar-coating, we tend to grab for the armor. Protect them. Shield them. Teach...

The December Mom: A True Christmas Miracle

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While I might be biased, I think moms are kinda the best thing in the world. Seriously, we rock. We cook, clean, make sure everyone is happy (oh, the laughable, impossible task!), and try...

I Promise You Belong

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Hey, you! Yeah, you! I promise you belong here. I know you’re looking around the room worried that no one has your problems. No one else’s kids are wearing mismatched socks and a little bit...