Lindsay
Lindsay is a native New Orleanian, displaced only by her years at Mississippi State, where she earned a B.S. in Wildlife and Fisheries and a minor in English. She came home shortly after Katrina, to work as a zookeeper and be a part of the rebuilding of her beloved city. She dragged her husband Drake, a Tennessee native, along with her. Their son Bennett joined the family in 2010, and in 2014 they welcomed identical twin girls, Genevieve and Kellen Clair. She now works full-time as an Environmental Scientist while working on her Master's and serving part-time as NOM’s resident Jill of All Trades. Powered by espresso, cake, and craft beer, her happy place is on a beach or in the woods. Need to identify a plant, tree, or animal? Lindsay’s a wealth of random knowledge. She loves to cook and sprinkle a little glitter on everything.
Potty Training {With Potty Power Academy}
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Potty Training With Child Number One
We started to potty train our son when he started showing signs that he was ready. Lucky for us, this...
Seven Kinds of Direct Sales[Ladies]
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve noticed that the rise of direct sales and multi-level marketing has increased exponentially, especially among women. Some do it for fun, some do it to bring...
The End Is Enough
I’m stuck. The girls are hovering in the undecided space between weaning and needing the comfort of me nursing them. Meanwhile, I’m caught between encouraging them to continue and wondering if I should just...
Seven Things That Make Being a Daycare Mom Easier
Seven Things That Make Being a Daycare Mom Easier
I’ve been a daycare mom for the better part of the last four years. My son started daycare at 10 weeks and my twin girls started...
The Fifteen Year Old Letter {The Gift of Peace & Resolve}
I often wonder about the choices we make and how they direct us. What if I hadn’t gone away for college? What if I hadn’t made bad relationship choices? If I had spent more time...
Dinners Out Are Device Free
Growing up, we didn’t go out to dinner very often, mostly because we couldn’t afford it. The times we went out were usually special occasions, and we were expected to behave and engage at...
Crap No One Tells You About Breastfeeding {Part Two}
As of this writing, I have spent exactly 26 months breastfeeding. With my first, I became a fierce but quiet “lactivist.” I couldn’t understand how people wouldn’t even try. I made it to a...
Climb Out of the Darkness 2015
One in every seven women gets a perinatal mood or anxiety disorder like PPD. Perinatal mood and anxiety disorders can show up any time during pregnancy or in the first 12 months after birth. If you...
Things I Think While Attempting to Co-Sleep
I have decided that people who wax poetic about the joys of co-sleeping have magical unicorn children. Not a single child birthed from my womb cares to cooperate or knows how to behave in...
My Husband Is a Better School Mom Than I Am
I often don't give my husband the credit he deserves. We make a good team because we fill in each other's gaps. There's some stuff he just totally nails, some stuff I totally do....
Only the Pockets Matter
The week of the girls' birthday was hard. Really hard. The dog needed emergency surgery we didn't have money for (who ever does) and I got in my first ever fender-bender. The little stuff...
On the Day We Got Them, They Almost Lost Me
There's so much emphasis put on the perfect birth or dictating your birth experience that it's taken me three-hundred-sixty-something days to write this. I hadn’t wanted to write my second birth story because I...
I Hate the Word Just
I hate the word just.
I don't mean the adjective for fairness, of course.
I mean the adverb as in, oh, just do this.
Often, it's dismissive. It lacks empathy. It lacks awareness.
Just get a babysitter.
You just...
The Instagram Debate :: 7 Pros & Cons from a Mom Who Still Can’t...
Monday
My Daughter: Mom, can I please have an Instagram account?
Me: No, honey. I’m sorry you can’t.
Tuesday
My Daughter: Mom, Bailey and Hannah have Instagram accounts. Can I have one now?
Me: No, honey. I’m sorry, you...