My husband raised a good point the other day as we were walking Chops. We were talking about the girls and the topic of their dance came up and my husband made a comment about how we need to be careful about not making a big deal about the competitions. He said he could care… Continue reading Why do parents push for the trophy?
Since I can remember music has been a powerful source of comfort, escape, self expression, and so much more for me. One of my fondest memories was singing in the school choir during my middle school years. I always felt alive when I was singing or performing on stage and probably one of my biggest… Continue reading My Weapon Is A Melody
One of my favorite childhood memories was Bailey’s day. That was when the white van would come by and pick each of us girls up to take us to our dance class. I can’t help but smile so big when I think about this. The familiar honk and then grabbing my little bag, saying… Continue reading Shake your tail feathers
Yesterday when Celeste and I went to walk Biggie in the evening she found this small spot where she suddenly started to dance and sing. Then she asked me to sing so that she could dance to the song. I stood there watching her twirl, bend, twist, and do all sorts of movements, flowing so… Continue reading Little performer
My husband played this video for my daughter and I. Yes I cried. A beautiful reminder of where we found love. Ed Sheeran – Thinking Out Loud
The sleep deprivation phase (it is a phase right?!) continues. Day 18, but really who’s counting. I almost feel like it’s a badge of courage that I would love to proudly wear. Yes, I have survived 18 days of sleep deprivation. I’m almost 40 (13 days away) and I keep thinking I am way too… Continue reading How I Fool My Body
If there is one thing I wouldn’t like to be without it’s music. My mom likes to tell me the thing she misses the most about me not living at home anymore are all those times I’d turn on my music and dance all around the house and jump on the bed and belt out… Continue reading Music Fills My Soul
Purse Meets Diaper Bag 