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Whether you believe in climate change or just want to save a few bucks on your energy bill each month, people everywhere are switching to more natural and less wasteful lifestyles. “Going Green” can be

There are days when I am a mom of little faith. My patience is worn, my hopes are shot, and I lose sight of what's important. There are days I throw fits, and yell, "Y'all are gonna make me need

It has taken a year to write this post. I’ll be honest with you, I’ve started, drafted, and deleted about four different types of breastfeeding post. Why? Because I had struggles. I had trouble. I felt

I wanted to start off this week's blog post with a little wake-up call: It's 2018, people! Stop being ashamed of your hustle, and grow with it! Multiple streams of income are vital to success with our

My Mama once told me that the only thing I'd ever be good at was making pretty babies. Fast forward about 8 years (and two more kids) later, and she was only partially right. I've found I'm good at many

And on the 10th day, God looked around, and said, “I need someone to shake things up!” So God gave us toddlers. “I need someone who will stop and admire everything in my perfect creation. Every. Two. Seconds.

Even those of us with the best budget sense can go a little overboard with Christmas. When you have kids, it's hard to not want to give them the world every single day, and Christmas is an excuse to do

If you don't know it already, flu season is upon us; I've been told by healthcare providers that we are at epidemic proportions, which is crazy! ( I could make a rant about staying home from work and school,

Well, I started this whole blog off wrong! I'm missing an introduction post, and then I can talk about things. I don't work that way. No, instead, I just write what I feel gives a good demonstration of

That weird week between Christmas and New Years has passed, and now we’re back to our regularly scheduled program. I think. What day is it? All of my babies are winter babies. Which means we start celebrating

Dear Mama, I was up at 4 a.m. with a fussing baby and a preschooler who needed extra cuddles, and I remember you. I remember your silhouette at our kitchen table at that hour; your pen scratched against