What the Cross Means to a Tired Mama
There are piles of laundry to be washed and folded, and sticky spots are scattered upon the kitchen floor. The…
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There are piles of laundry to be washed and folded, and sticky spots are scattered upon the kitchen floor. The…
This post originally appeared on March 29, 2013. I originally began this post as a compilation of ideas for candy-alternative…
Our firstborn recently turned six, and I find myself wondering how the time has passed so quickly. Six years old…
This week has flown by in a blur so far. We’ve been a bit hectic, and I failed to post…
Last Friday I had one of those days. Perhaps you know the kind … when pressures and concerns weigh heavy,…
Last week, I treated my daughters to breakfast at a local restaurant. As I was filling my coffee cup—the baby…
This past weekend my son went to spend some time with my in-laws and his cousins. We sent him two…
Tiny Legos litter the floor, and miniature dinner plates adorn my table. I match pint-sized socks and fold little pairs…
If you’ve been reading F&C for a while, you may have seen this. But since many of you are new…
There’s a battle waging. And if you’re a mom, you’ve undoubtedly felt it. Sometimes it’s obvious; other times it’s covertly…
For the winner of the Handmade Yoga giveaway, please scroll to the end of this post. I awoke this morning…
He pulls in after a day at work, and the house is in a state of organized chaos. The older…