It’s hard to acknowledge that you were the reason for a meltdown. Not in the way you probably imagine. Our son is always asking us to make a plan, repeat the plan, reconfirm the plan — over and over. After he came home from a fun day with Pop Pop yesterday, he jumped right in ...
The Bacon’s year in review.. Here is my traditional highlight reel! January: The year started off in with a cozy little kid-free cabin get-away in the middle of nowhere. We were social distancing before it was the cool thing to do! It was perfectly timed. February: I got to have a little mommy and me ...
A few days ago a friend shared a video they took of an unsuspecting family having dinner in a restaurant. To paraphrase the post, the scene made her sad and quite distracted from her own meal because the two boys were watching their iPads the entire meal, had very poor table manners (specifically with their ...
I took Eric to the doctor this past week. It was just a regular 6 month check up. This was the first time we were visiting the office in their new location. So in usual Eric style, he had to run through the whole place and peek in every single room. This is also ...
“Mommy is hurt!” It wasn’t my brightest moment or best decision. I told Eric I was going to take the garbage out to the curb. I opened the garage door and attempted to step down into the garage over 4 bags of garbage that were waiting to be moved. My right foot caught on one ...
I love traditions. I knew I wanted to take an annual anniversary picture with our wedding candle to capture that moment in time. I tried hard every year to get the perfect picture. I wasn’t always successful, but as I look back on these pictures they tell an amazing story. I’ve tried to describe ...
I try not to push a lot of products or services. I know how annoying that can be. But, when it comes to the safety of our kids (and adults) and bridging the gap with the Law Enforcement community, I won’t be bashful sharing anything I find that might do some good. Today, I had ...
They’re not as sweet as an old family heirloom. They aren’t as romantic as Daddy’s first BB gun, or Little League baseball glove. But for me, they are nostalgic. They bring me back to a simpler time in my life. I spent countless hours playing with them in my bedroom, in our basement, in the ...
