Oh, birth mom. I think of you. And not just because it’s National Adoption Awareness Month. Most days, I’m awakened by a tug of my comforter as at least one of the boys climbs atop the fluffy covers. That is usually accompanied by a demand for family cuddles or a request for Octonauts on Netflix. If it’s a Saturday, there’s a very emphatic explanation of why it’s a good day to go to Safari Sams. On weekdays there’s the morning bustle to get us all dressed, fed, and out the door to preschool and work. So, there are days where you don’t cross my mind at all because I have so little brain power – I had no idea “mom brain” was a real thing. (Nope, not just for preggers or new moms, but us adoptive mamas, too.) Continue reading at Portland Moms Blog!

You’re running late. One of your kids just took off his shoes because his socks don’t “feel right.” Your other kid just put an entire roll of toilet paper in the toilet. You can’t find your keys. You’re a mom, and you’re about to be elected to mayor of crazy town! The good news is you’re not alone, and you have a chance to express yourself! There’s a unique show called Expressing Motherhood, and it’s all about us moms. Expressing Motherhood is a show unlike any other. It’s real women sharing real stories about their journey of mommy-dom, and it’s coming back, baby! Expressing Motherhood made a splash in its Portland debut in October. Producer Lindsay Kavet is bringing it back this April and accepting submissions December 1-7! I had an absolute blast being a part of the October debut cast. I love the bond we share as moms, but…

We have dabbled in Legos, testing the waters to see if the boys are interested or ready for it. Now that the boys are a bit older and on the precipice of kindergarten, their dad has lost his ever-loving mind. He says it’s for the kids, but he’s lying to himself, God and everyone. He’s been waiting for this day, secretly longing to trade in those big blocks for that intricate, interlocking brick system. You know the Lego movie? Did I marry the dad? Maybe? Hmm. I joined Weight Watchers, which is basically AA for chubby people, but that is another story for another time. My husband has turned my WW meeting nights into “boy time” which has become Lego night. It starts on the toy aisle at Target. You think, “oh, this is on sale – such a deal!” But that ill-fated Target trip was like a gateway drug.…