Good Morning Toes

I think as a parent, it’s extremely important to teach our kids that the sky is the limit. They can be anything that they can dream. So each and every month, I put my daughter into a different profession so that one day she can look back and see just where her imagination can take her. She’s 11-months-old now and in that same spirit, I made her a writer. As a matter of fact – since shes been born, we’ve been working on a book that highlights our cute morning routine. Every morning we stretch and play before we start our day, so I invite you to explore her very first published work, Good Morning Toes. Pre-order yours today!

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Coping with Separation Anxiety… How to Do It

So I recently had to go away for a work trip and leave my baby with my husband and her grandmother. Now, I’ll tell you, this has absolutely nothing to do with my husband’s ability to care for our child (he did great – a little more about that later) or my mother’s knack for giving her treats that are too advanced for her age – isn’t that what grandma’s do? It totally has to do with me and what I didn’t expect to happen to me – but it did. Dunh dunh dunnnnhhhhh…. separation anxiety.

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Babies, Bows, and Butterflies 🦋

My daughter loves to explore everything around her. She is a virtual sponge, even at 4-months old. She is so alert and attentive, I’m always so shocked that her attention span is greater than 30 seconds.

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Surviving Shots. Not the Baby, Mom. You.

It’s going to be OK. Here are five tips to get YOU through your baby’s first set of shots. Don’t worry. It’s going to hurt you more than it hurts them.

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Rediscover The Style in Your Own Backyard

This is a little stroll my pixie and I took through the McGovern Centennial Gardens in Houston’s Hermann Park district.

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Adventures in Earrings

She was so cute without the earrings. I didn’t think she could get any cuter. Boy was I wrong.

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Breastfeeding for Dummies… i.e. Me.

Right now, as I write this blog, I find myself on the floor of my bedroom, in the not quite middle of the night (10 pm), but to my exhausted and beaten body it feels like 3, pumping for my life – or should I say my tiny angel. Breastfeeding moms this one is for you, you’ll definitely feel me.

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