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Dec26

The Ball Drops on Another Year.

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EDITOR’S NOTE: This is a sponsored post on behalf of Tylenol and their #HowWeFamily campaign, but the thoughts and opinions are all my own. Both of us wish you and yours a Happy New Year! I sat down a few days ago to write this eye-opening article about ringing in the new year. Truth is,

Dec21

40 Years of Christmas Memories and Traditions.

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EDITOR’S NOTE: This is a sponsored post on behalf of Tylenol and the #HowWeFamily campaign. The thoughts, opinions and traditions are all mine. As you know, we’re teaming up with TYLENOL to celebrate all the different ways people family during the holidays, and to share #HowWeFamily. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday and I’m

Dec9

Santa Loves These Sugar Cookies.

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EDITOR’S NOTE: I have received information about #HowWeFamily from the makers of TYLENOL®. The opinions stated are my own. This is sponsored post. As part of my partnership with Tylenol, we’re teaming up this holiday season to inspire conversation about how different people ‘family’.  My grandma’s sugar cookie recipe is a little piece of personal

Oct30

The Boys and Girls of Summer.

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EDITOR’S NOTE: This is a sponsored post on behalf of the Tylenol #HowWeFamily campaign, however the experiences, thoughts and opinions are all mine. If you’ve been a trusty loyal follower, drinking the Dad or Alive Kool-aid, you’re fully aware that we’ve packed up and moved (once again) further south, to the coastal country of Virginia.

Jun17

There’s No Manual for Being a Dad.

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A little over six years ago, I became a dad. It wasn’t a surprise, so I should’ve been prepared, right? Wrong. I don’t care what you do – construction, customer service, hostage negotiation—PARENTING is the toughest job there is. Before Ava came into the picture, the previous years found me only concerned about myself, which

Aug3

How Does Your Family Eat Dinner?

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These days, it could be any night of the week. It’s 6pm, halfway through what I call the ‘witching hour’. I’ve done it all. We went on a walk to the park, we pulled out the play-doh (and put the rock hard nuggets from last week in the trash), built a nostalgic-yet-stupid balsa flyer that