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As the announcer’s voice boomed off Nominees for Mom Blog of the Year I had about a dozen things running through my mind.

Oh shoot! I forgot to send them a photo. What picture will they use? Will they just have a blank screen? Or a horrible picture from middle school dug up by some relative who hates me?

Oh good! That picture is ok.

Wait, if I win, what in the world am I going to say? Oh, don’t worry about that, look who else it nominated! 

It was the last award of the night. Months before I debated going to Mom 2.0 this year because I’d be 7 ½ months pregnant. But I had the honor of passing on the award for Best Photography. Then I found out I’d been nominated in the Best Sponsored Content and Mom Blog of the Year categories and my mom was all “honey, yea, you’re going, and you need a new dress.” 

I had taken the stage earlier in the event to give the 2018 award for Best Photography to LaShawn Wiltz from Everyday Eyecandy. We actually roomed together and did a presentation on photography two years ago, then roomed together this year. So it was a special moment. I am so proud of her.

IRIS Awards Mom 2 Summit

While getting ready together earlier that evening I asked her if she’d thought about what she’d say if she won. She said she’d been thinking of a few things but didn’t want to plan anything concrete. That’s exactly what I thought I’d do. But what I’ve come to realize from this experience is I’m not a spur of the moment speech-giver. You think I would have realized this last year as I stumbled through thank yous on stage.

Brandi Riley from Courage to Earn won an award for Entrepreneur of the year and literally ran up on the stage and proceeded to bring us all to tears as she said “I deserve this!!” “I work HARD for y’all!” No one could doubt that.

She was open to being vulnerable and saying exactly what she was feeling.

My feelings and emotions take time to process and are a little guarded at first. I blame this in years in TV news and holding back my opinions. I was scared to hear my name, and worried how I’d feel if I didn’t.

Last year’s winner, Ilana Wiles from Mommy Shorts opened the envelope for Mom Blog if the Year and read…

“Cherish 365, Jennifer Borget!”

She said my name! Wow, she said my name. Stand up. Don’t trip. Walk. Walk.

A lady in a gorgeous dress handed me my Iris Award and I walked to the microphone with no idea what was going to come out of my mouth.

I shared how I’ve been blogging for 10 years, since before I had children and just last year I rebranded from Baby Making Machine to Cherish 365 because we were done having babies.

I remember people laughing as my very pregnant self stood in all that irony.

Then I said thank you about 12 times. For the honor and their support.

I didn’t name specific people and going back, I could have mentioned my husband, who unbeknownst to me was back home nursing our extremely sick kid back to health. He’s supported me and my crazy dream of having a blog while I overshared the sometimes too-private information about our lives. If I could do it again and write a speech I would have thanked him first.

I would try to add a more coherent statement about why the honor is so special to me.

First of all, yes, Black Moms DO blog. We shop, we buy stuff, we influence. And we deserve to be recognized and compensated as much as our colleagues. I hope this serves as some kind of nudge to brands to remember us when forming campaigns. Not just me, no look way past me, there are tons of us. And feel free to ask if you need help finding more.

I’ve never really belonged to any one particular group or felt comfortable squeezing myself into any one box. But I a black mom and a blogger, and I’m proud to be both.

Throughout the night people told me I was “shining” or “glowing” I think one person even called me “angelic,” and my friend Cara swears someone called me a “Fairy God Blogger.” I am going to let the baby take some of the credit but I like to think that a lot of that was just a bit of the light I’m trying to shine on this world.

My whole life it’s felt like I’ve had an asterisk next to my name. A black girl in Atlanta, definitely black, but still not “black enough” for some. Assumed to have gotten into my college of choice because of my minority status and not my honor roll status. Mormon, but too liberal. Too woke for the Police Wives Club but not woke enough to Black Lives Matter.

So it’s no surprise I felt comfortable starting a mom blog before I was even a mom. Then, even as a mom blogger with kids I failed to fit into a niche delivering regularly scheduled healthy recipes, humor, or Pinterest-worthy crafts to try. But what I have done is open up about our lives, shared how we navigate the confusing world we live in that asks so many of us to pick a side or else.

I’ve learned it’s ok to not really belong anywhere as long as you know who you are and stay true to that. Even better when you can be respectful even when you don’t agree. And I’ve learned fitting in isn’t the same as belonging.

“Belonging starts with self acceptance. Believing that you are enough is what gives you the courage to be authentic.” – Brene Brown

As I stood on my cankles overflowing from my poor wedges, looking out into the crowd I was overwhelmed with gratitude. To be given an award like this from my fellow peers is a huge honor. Thank you for seeing me, and for recognizing my hard work. Thank you for not forcing me into one box, and for allowing me to me feel like I belong.

“Can I have one of my super vitamins?” My daughter asked me before we left to start our busy morning.

“Sure baby,” I held them out, urging her to choose quickly. We had an important task ahead of us.

MIGHTY Immunity, HAPPY Tummy, SUPER Brainy, GROWING Bones. She weighed her options.

“I pick SUPER, so I can be super smart today!”

“Well I think you’re pretty smart every day,” I told her as I tossed her a red vitamin and handed her brother a HAPPY, secretly hoping it would channel that emotion in him before we headed out to our first volunteering job together. We’ve done other little projects here and there: Cleaning at church, picking up trash, collecting donations. But nothing quite like this.

Olly Might Vitamins for Kids

As we walked into the Partnership for Children warehouse full of donated clothes, bikes, toys and baby items, I had no idea how my kids would react. The thing is, we weren’t there to play.

Today the task at hand was to unpack donated boxes of formula, date and sort them onto different shelves.

This was our first official job volunteering as a family.—Well, almost a complete family. Daddy had to work, but the three of us we were still up to the task. At least that’s what I told myself as we listened to instructions beside other parents and children who had joined in to help.

My son and daughter were definitely the youngest two kids there, but the volunteer coordinator didn’t turn us away when I asked if we could help.

Lil’ J listened carefully as the coordinator gave us instructions and she eagerly got started cutting the boxes open and sorting formula cans by size and color as I dated them.

Bit T, a little overwhelmed at first, fell into the job of smashing of the boxes and throwing them into the trash. Of course this lasted about five minutes until he saw some toys he wanted to play with and had a meltdown when I said no.

Finding volunteer programs kids can do isn't always easy, but my family went on a hunt to find some for young children.

I tried to ignore his tantrum while I worked with my daughter. We talked about what we were doing, how the formula would help babies and families who needed it. I could see her pride and determination swell as she continued her task.

Eventually we found a small opened toy her brother could hold while he continued to transport trash and after a while he was even excited to help sort formula containers.

When we finished that job the other group filed out and I asked Lil’ J if she wanted to stay a little longer and help with something else, or if she was ready to go.

She thought for a brief moment then said, “I can help with something else!”

We spent the next half out labeling and placing donated stuffed animals in a bin. We’d tag them, I’d tally them, and she’d run them to their designated basket. Big T took an extended snack break and would occasionally help put an animal away.

Finding volunteer programs kids can do isn't always easy, but my family went on a hunt to find some for young children.

After empting three hefty bags full we looked at our job well done. Lil’ J beamed with satisfaction and I praised her and her brother for their hard work and choosing to serve others she doesn’t even know.

“How do you feel?” I asked her later as we told daddy about our day.

“SUPER!” she shouted.

I smiled back at our little superhero in the making.

We all make hundreds, if not thousands of choices every day. –Some of them are easier than others. From choosing what vitamins we take in the morning, to what clothes we’re going to wear, what we’ll say to our friends or how we’ll help others.

I’m hoping this is just the beginning of our tradition of choosing to serve others together as a family.

Finding volunteer programs kids can do isn't always easy, but my family went on a hunt to find some for young children.

I love giving my children more opportunities to make good healthy choices, which is why I partnered with Olly on this essay. Their new kid-friendly chews are vitamins I love and my kids adore. Thanks for supporting brands that support this blog. All opinions are my own.

My daughter came home toting a flier announcing Red Ribbon Week at her school. It’s one of those festive and exciting events she’s been eagerly awaiting since enrolling in kindergarten.

“…And there’s pajama day, and silly hair day!” she exclaimed to me months ago when I asked her why she was excited to start kinder.

Her 10-year-old aunt told her these were some of the highlights of elementary school. Wearing mismatched clothes or showing team spirit on certain days of the year.

Monday students were encouraged to wear red to be “REDy to say no to drugs,” get it?

how to talk to your kids about drugs

Today she wore her pajamas because students are “waking up drug free.” And so on through the remainder of the week.

As I drove my daughter to school yesterday morning I looked at her eager face in my rearview mirror. Dressed in red from head to toe I thought I hope my little girl never does drugs.

It seems crazy to even fathom when you’re considering a five year old, but I guess there’s a reason schools start these initiatives early. We should have these conversations early, right? Keep the lines of communication open. Ok, yea sure, something like that.

With this in mind I opened the can of worms.

“Do you know what Red Ribbon Week is about?” I asked her.

“Red Ribbon Week?”

“Yes, that’s why you’re doing all of the different dress-up days this week. It’s about teaching people to say no to drugs.”

“What are drugs?” She asked me.

Oh dear, maybe this wasn’t a conversation for a five-minute drive to school.

“Well…” I started. “They’re bad. Well, there’s different kinds of drugs. But the kind we’re talking about here are bad. But sometimes kids think they’re cool or fun. But they really make you sick.” I was struggling. I clearly didn’t think this through.

“But why do they think they’re fun?” She asked. A logical question.

“I’m not sure, I’ve never tried them, but I think it makes them feel funny, and they think it’s good, but it’s not really good for them. Mommy said no to drugs.”

“And you want me to say no too?” She asked. Probably hoping this was the end of this strange conversation.

“Yes. Plus, it’s against the law.” I added, remembering that minor detail, and hoping maybe it would help drive the point home.

“What’s the law?” We were almost to school and this conversation wasn’t going quite like I had envisioned.

“The law are rules that are put into place. Like this red light. I shouldn’t run the red light because it’s the law. And you could get in trouble if you break the law.”

“Like when you didn’t come to a complete stop at that stop sign?” Oh, she remembered that police encounter from a few weeks ago.

“Yes, well, that was an accident, but yes, I shouldn’t have broken the law.”

We pulled into the drop off line right as the bell rang and she hurried off to class giving me a quick “I love you” smile and wave goodbye.

I sighed and laughed as I replayed our conversation in my head. How do you even talk to a 5-year-old about drugs? Did I fail miserably?

The more I think about it, and the more research I’ve done on the topic (which maybe would have been better served doing before bringing it up to her) I think I did ok by starting the conversation, but I should have been more clear about the difference between good and bad drugs, and explaining that when we use drugs the doctor gives to us when we’re sick, it’s ok.

He says/ she says: A husband/wife discussion about kissing on the lips.

October is National Medicine Abuse Awareness Month, which is abusing those good drugs, including even some over-the-counters would fall into. I’ll clear all that up soon.

I also probably could have picked a better time to start such a serious conversation. It may have been better to have over breakfast or dinner so she had more time to ask all of her questions.

That said, just having the conversation at all, establishing our values, and building up her self-esteem helps. I found this article about how to talk to a 5-year-old about drugs helpful.

According to StopMedicineAbuse.org, Teens who learn a lot about the risks of drugs from their parents are 50 percent less likely to use drugs. And according to RedRibbon.org, only a quarter of teens report having these conversations.

how to talk to your young kids about drugs

Ready for a few more depressing yet enlightening statistics?

  • Approximately 1 in 30 teens have abused cough medicine to get high.
  • One in three teens in grades 9-12 knows someone who has abused cough medicine to get high.
  • Teens are almost three times as likely to trust their friends as a source of information than their family (including siblings).
  • Almost 35 percent listed friends as a top source and only 8 percent listed family.

Are you kidding me?

The internet is a huge source for teens curious about experimenting with drugs. Thankfully there are great campaigns out there like WhatisDXM.com that are intercepting these searches and giving kids better information. And there’s more information for parents too. Because goodness, we need all the help we can get navigating these waters.

So I’m feeling a little ahead of the game now. Don’t mistake that for confidence. More than ever I’m wanting to press the slow motion button on the growth of my kids. I’m not ready for these deep topics! But then again, maybe since we’re starting now, I’ll have lots and lots of practice by the time they’re teens.

How did you bring up the topic of drugs to your kids? Did your conversation go better than mine?

how to talk to your kids about drugs

This story was sponsored by the CHPA’s educational foundation KnowYourOTCs program. As always, all opinions are my own

I thought I knew fear when I encountered a spider as a young child.
I thought I knew fear when I’d disappoint my parents and a whoopin’ was coming.
I thought I knew fear as I laid in the labor and delivery room awaiting the induction of my first-born.
I thought I knew fear as I waited to fly down a zipline, challenging my fear of heights.


But none of those came close to the fear I felt when my son opened the front door and took off down the driveway.

Luckily I had been in the same room, and I heard the security alarm alert me to the door opening.

My mind raced through a million different scenarios in an instant as I chase after my son. How far would he make it before I got him? Was a car coming? Please dear God, don’t tell me there’s a car coming.

The door had been locked, but he had just learned how to unlock the deadbolt… A talent I didn’t think he’d develop for several more months. And from the moment he learned how to walk he wanted to run.

He runs around the house, through stores, and in our back yard. Now he was running down our driveway and across the street.

I sprinted, pushing my muscles to a limit they haven’t seen in many years and grabbed him just as he reached the middle of the road.

He was heading where he always seems to be going when he wants to run out in the front yard–Across the street to our neighbors house, with a front door similar to his grandma’s.

The other times we’d be outside and he’d try to run over there and open their front door while saying “Maaee, Maaee,” his way of saying “Grannie.”

I don’t know why he’s determined to get there, but I’m fearful he’ll get hurt, or worse in the process.


I ordered child proof door knob protectors to be delivered the next day, and I made sure to lock the smaller lock on the handle in the mean time. Doorknob covers like these are just one recommendation the Allstate Information Team gave me when I asked for other ways I could keep my kids safe in my home.

Aside from a front door that’s easy for an escape artist to bust, there are other dangers in the home that you may not know about:

1. Improperly installed Kitchen stoves- kids have been severely hurt when they tipped over a stove.
2. Bookshelves and other furniture that aren’t secured by wall brackets.
3. TVs that aren’t mounted correctly on the wall or are so low that your child can push on them.
4. Rugs that aren’t secured to the floor or that don’t have anti-slip pads.

I used to think outlet plugs and cabinet locks were the important things, and that we could go back to normal after the baby stage, but turns out toddlers can get into just as much or more trouble. So I just bought doorknob covers for the first time. And I’m considering keeping some kind of pillow pad or something behind the couch for when my son climbs and sits on the back. A couple of times we’ve caught him just as he’s falling.

I’ve procrastinated securing our furniture with brackets and my son is just the kid who would push the limits and try to climb one. I think this week was the wakeup call I needed to get on this. Even if it means hiring someone to help (although there’s gotta be some helpful youtube tutorials somewhere).

No idea why my son is determined to give me a heart attack, but at least he’s cute. And even though he gives me daily panic attacks, he’s still the love of our lives. And it’s our job to keep our baby safe.

Has your child ever done something that’s scared you out of your wits?

5 things you can't overlook when babyproofing and toddlerproofing your home. Some baby proofing tips to keep your kids safe.

This post was written as part of the Allstate Influencer Program and sponsored by Allstate. All opinions are mine. As the nation’s largest publicly held insurance company, Allstate is dedicated not only to protecting what matters most–but to guiding people to live the Good Life, every day.


Have you ever had someone say something to you that made your day? Maybe it was a compliment about your style, how you made them feel, or a job well done? What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said to you?

It used to be that compliments about my work made me feel best. When someone praises a photo I took, or tells me a story I wrote moved them to some emotion… Happiness, tears, action. I feel so grateful and appreciated.– Validated if you will.

As I’ve grown older, gotten married, and become a mother, compliments about my children feel like compliments to myself. Hey, I’ll take it. But lately, compliments about my mothering seem to be what brighten my day the most.

When we were on day two Disney World (are you tired of these stories yet?) Lil’ J had basically been scared of most of the rides. We canceled a fastpass for the popular new Mine Train roller coaster after the Peter Pan ride scared her to tears. (To her credit, she was fine until the ride stopped midway through and an announcement came on for us to stay in our seats. She wasn’t fooled, and thought we were trapped).

The best compliment every mom needs. Words every mother should make time to share with another.

We were at Epcot and I had another fastpass for the popular Soarin attraction, that takes you on a sensory ride with wind in your hair, and smells of the scenes around you. I didn’t want to force her on any scary rides, but I knew this would be something she’d enjoy if she gave it a try.

We waited in the fastpass line and were immediately brought up to get on with the next batch of riders since we were only a party of two.

I had a few moments to tell her we’d be pretend flying in the air like they did in the movie Rio.

“On a hang glider?” she asked me.
“Exactly like that!” I told her. “A pretend one!”

When we sat down in our seats she started to get a little nervous while I tried to adjust her seatbelt, and everyone was getting situated. I talked her through it, telling her to look at the big screen, and that we’d be watching a movie on it, and that she could hold my hand.

As the ride started and we began to lift up in the air she squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back, telling her how much fun we were about to have, and that she could look at me instead of the screen if she got scared. I told her we were about to pretend to be like birds and fly!

The screen lit up and we began flying over mountains, trees, the ocean and snow. I whispered to her the entire time. I stayed completely enthused and joyful, making her laugh as we tried to “kick” the surfers and snowboarders. I asked her if she could smell the California oranges and the pine trees. And I encouraged her to look for her Uncle Matt on the ski slopes, or Grandma’s house in what looked like Utah.

I watched her nearly as much as I watched the ride and saw her face change from nervousness to sheer glee.

She was having so much fun and started pointing out everything she saw. I was so proud of her conquering her fears. Right at the very end she saw Tinkerbell and got excited. Then that little fairy cued the fireworks–which we weren’t expecting–and the loud noise and sparks in our face sent her back into tears.

We were so close!

I tried to calm her down and reminded her of all the fun things we saw, and that we love fireworks, but man, we wish we had known those were coming! I was hoping that last tiny little surprise wouldn’t ruin her entire memory of the ride.

I was hugging her and consoling her as we walked out the exit. The older woman who was sitting next to us on the ride approached me. I wasn’t sure if she was going to make a remark about my talking during the experience or what. I didn’t expect what came out of her mouth.

“I just wanted to tell you that you are a great mother!” She smiled and glanced between me and my daughter.

Her words instantly touched me, warmed my heart. She continued.

“You were so great on that ride. She is so lucky to have such a good mom.”

Here I was feeling guilty for not making it through yet another ride without tears, feeling like I was probably being judged for bringing her (almost pushing her) on the ride with me, and this stranger (without a hint of sarcasm) went out of her way to give me the best compliment a mother can receive.

The best compliment every mom needs. Words every mother should make time to share with another.

I’ve thought about that moment several times since then. How it made me feel, and how it makes me want to be. When have I noticed a mother doing her best, maybe even clearly struggling to do so, and reached out to her with words of encouragement, or applause?

In a society with so much negativity and judgement, we need to offer more support and encouragement.

How can I make someone’s day? And I don’t mean by offering a backhanded acknowledgement of some sort like “my, you have your hands full!” I mean a genuine compliment on a stranger’s parenting.

Of course we are never seeing the full-picture in passing, but I think it would be safe to tell a mom she’s doing a great job, when we see a job well done. Especially if it can make her feel as good as I did, when I was feeling as bad as I was.


*This post was written as a part of a the #SisterhoodUnited campaign by Similac. Here’s my thoughts on mother’s supporting one another no matter how they feed their babies. All opinions are my own.

Natural hair is all the craze right now. #TeamCurly #TeamNatural and #CurlyHair are draped across all the beautiful curly-haired selfies these days.

But one hashtag we don’t see nearly enough is one I tend to give the most credit: #NaturalHairProblems.

When natural hair goes wrong: Sometimes strange things get caught in your hair. Nothing tops this.

The tangles, the snags, and the headaches… I’m all about embracing my locks and teaching my children to love theirs. But I’ve gotta admit, sometimes, it’s a pain in my rear.

Take yesterday for example. I was on a shoot at a local aquarium with two young boys who want and need to be adopted. We’re having a good time, petting the different sea animals and reptiles when we decide to go in the parrot aviary.

A few minutes before we had fed the parakeets so I didn’t think this would be much different. They just seemed a little bigger.

Instead of handing us birdseeds when we walked in, the handlers gave us a type of fruit nectar that the birds enjoy. I guess that should have been the first red flag since one of the ingredients they mentioned I’m pretty sure was coconut water, and the night before I put a shea butter and coconut oil cream in my hair to hold the twists.

The birds flew down and ate out of our hands like before, but a couple of them also started landing on my head. I could feel one of them hanging out for a bit when I looked in the camera to see what it was up to.

From the reflection I could see it biting one of my twists as if it was trying to devour a tasty worm.

When natural hair goes wrong: Sometimes strange things get caught in your hair. Nothing tops this.

I reached up to try to shoo it off my head when it bit me. Then when it tried to fly away it got its foot ensnared in my hair.

I’m not gonna lie, I panicked for a moment. A bird was stuck in my hair. Not many people can say that. He was freaking out just as much as I was, and my fellow co-worker and cameraman just stood by and filmed it all. I didn’t realize he was still recording my near-death experienced until after the fact. He assures me he would have put the camera down had he seen blood. Very reassuring.

Luckily the bird handler was calm and helpful in getting the bird unsnagged. Ultimately I had to sacrifice my hand and take a nibble beating while getting the last bit of the bird’s foot out of my hair.

Have you ever seen the movie Birds? Yea, I watched that in high school and visions of the horror scenes have been coming back to me since this experience yesterday. Am I traumatized? Umm, not really. But will I be going into any rooms with free-flying parrots any time soon? Hail nah.

Could this have happened to someone with straight hair? I’d say anything is possible. But for me, it was just another day in the life of my daily curly hair struggles. I’ll just add this my running list of failures.

I won’t leave this post on a bad note though. Naturally curly hair also has it’s perks. My son sometimes keeps snacks in his hair for later. When it was longer pretzel sticks were easily stored away, right now he has to stick to smaller items like cereal or goldfish.

When natural hair goes wrong: Sometimes strange things get caught in your hair. Nothing tops this.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve found in your hair, or your kid’s hair?

Prepare to behold one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen.

Big T ha always loved to move to music. It’s one reason I decided to let him join his sister and I at Family Zumba, despite his young age. That’s where he first danced to Lil Jon’s ‘Turn Down for What’. Well, in the beginning he didn’t really dance, he stood there and looked at all of us like we were crazy. After a few more weeks of joining in with mommy, and practicing the moves at home with his sister, he stated to look forward to that song.

My husband works out in the garage with the kids and he’ll play songs over our bluetooth speaker while having what they call “dance parties.” Usually the tunes consist of Disney on Pandora, but he also takes request. This song and Shakira’s “La la la” song are always topping their charts.

swag baby biracial family(Do you see how much swag he has in this photo?)

As I watched him dancing a couple weeks ago I noticed he will run in place real fast when the music speeds up, and then sort of “super shake” when the music hits a point right before stopping.

He always holds up his hands and shakes his head and hands really fast. So fast you almost can’t tell he’s moving. In fact, I had recorded him dancing to the song on New Years and I couldn’t tell that’s what he was doing, but my husband knew exactly what he was up to.

I HAD to get it on camera. I was so worried he’d stop doing his signature move before I was able to record it.

Last night we were all in the kitchen and having a little dance party before bed. Big T was getting tired and just wanted me to hold him, but when this part of his song came on he was ready to get down.

I grabbed my phone as fast as I could and recorded this:

It was the first time I’d heard him say “for what!” with the song, which makes it that much better. You can barely see it in the video (I tried to get as close as I could without distracting him) but we can tell he’s doing his super shake (as well as some dope facial expressions to go with). You seriously can’t teach that.

Such a simple memory but I know this will be one of his epic moments that we will be playing at his wedding (maybe he’ll do it again for all of us then). All I needed was my phone handy to catch and preserve it. Maybe one of these days I’ll get creative and make a music video for him, but really, this is all we need.

Do you have any epic moments you’ve caught on camera?

I started writing this post earlier today and it was pretty straight-forward and happy-go-lucky about Christmas shopping for my kiddos, but as I sat down to finish writing it now I’m full of stress and anxiety because of what happened last night. Forgive me while I try to string both stream of consciousnesses together.

I was getting the kids out of the bathtub while talking to my mother-in-law. My husband was getting us takeout to enjoy after the kids went to bed. Handling both kids before bedtime is totally normal to me so I wasn’t worried about it.

I set Big T on the bed to jump and do naked flips onto the chair while I pulled Lil’ J out of the tub. Then she ran around naked while I put a diaper on her brother. Again, this is generally normal and no one peed on the floor or my pillow so we were good.

Then we all went into my son’s room to get their PJs on. He climbed on his glider chair and started rocking. Also normal. I turned around to put my daughter’s pajama dress on when my son stood up and pushed the glider with all his strength and knocked it backwards into the wall. He started crying and I realized his fingers were caught between the glider and the wall.

I picked him up and shushed him and rocked him but he was still screaming. I got off the phone and went to kiss his hand (kisses are great healing medicine in my house) when I noticed his pinky finger was bleeding. It was smashed at the finger tip, and it looked like his nail was about to come off. But the finger wasn’t broken as far as I could tell (he was moving it). But I got all queasy and started to panic. I didn’t know if I should rinse it or bandage it or both. I ran to the kitchen to get supplies when my husband walked in the door.

I has already been saying “oh no, oh no, this is bad!” And Lil’ J had seen the damage, so when her daddy walked in she (still naked, mind you) starts yelling “Daddy you need to help! [Big T] is hurt, it’s really bad! He’s bleeding!” Not exactly what you want to hear along with screaming from the other room.

I told him I needed help getting a bandage and he helped me tape it up. I said we could ice it but he didn’t think we needed to (it wasn’t swollen). I think I expected him to go into emergency responder mode and doctor it all up, but I guess he’s not a medical technician.

Right after we got a couple bandaids on him, Big T started to laugh and run again. I chased behind him trying to keep him still, or at least calm. He was trying to shush and cheer up his sister who was now crying because she thought we loved him more.

“No, we love you both equally,” I told her. “We just had to take care of your brother because he was hurt.” My kids are so stereotypical. Here my sun is running around laughing with a jacked up finger tip while my daughter is having an emotional meltdown (while now at least dressed in some pink pajamas) about us loving her brother more than her.

The rest of the evening before bed Big T was careful with his pinky finger. I didn’t think about it until after he fell asleep, but I probably could have given him some Motrin. I set it out in case he woke up overnight.

adventurous biracial boySo I’ve been up Googling what I should have done and many sites say call a doctor if the nail is coming off… He may need stitches so the nail grows back normal etc etc. I’m panicking that I may have waited to long to call the doctor and consequently deformed his pinky fingernail for life! What if he never finds a wife?!

This is only one example of the intense amount of stress my sweet adventurous son has put me through. Laughter keeps me from crying, because I feel like I’m constantly on edge with him, worried he’s going to do something to injure himself. From jumping on the couch inches away from a cracked skull on the tile floor (we hardly use our family room because of that now) to running in the street (front yard off limits, back yard OK). To putting small things in his mouth because he knows it makes me mad (or to him, hysterically funny). To literally finding any hidden pair of scissors and RUNNING WITH THEM. Who does that? … My son! And he may cause me to have a heart attack before I’m 30.

I shoulda kept him on lockdown in the baby carrier. This is what I get!

But maybe I’m just overprotective and used to a (now seemingly) mellow daughter. Is this normal?

adventurous adorable biracial boy

The funny thing is for Christmas we bought him a Power Wheels F-150 truck. He can’t drive it for awhile but he can sit in these things for hours (and his sister will be happy to chauffeur). Now I’m wondering what damage he could do in this thing. Of course he’ll be supervised, and to my knowledge, you can’t really run over YOURSELF with one of these things… So that’s something. Other than that I think we’ll get him some harmless bubbles. And while I’m at it maybe I can look into a toddler bubble he can live in for the next couple of years. Then maybe I can survive to see my 30s.

Normally I like to offer help and give advice but today, I need your words of encouragement. Moms of adventurous daredevils… How do you survive?


If you’re still looking for more (safe) gift ideas, and you’re looking for something that can last a while, there’s a unique feature you might be interested in. It’s called Smart Stages™ technology, and Fisher-Price has incorporated it in many of their toys.

Basically it changes the content as the child grows so you can adapt the toy to cater to the development of your child.


For instance, in Stage 1 the songs and phrases presented will be different than Stage 2 or 3. With the train my son likes to change the stage on his own. He hasn’t figured out how to do that yet with his Smart Stages Chair so I’ve kept it at a level 1 for now and play those games with him, and hopefully, as he grows the new songs and sounds will give new life to an old toy and make it one we keep around for a long time.

Now if they could just put that all in a Power Wheels car that starts as a one seater with a push-button drive, that later converts into a two-seater ride with a petal push, and eventually transformed into a full-fledged four-wheeler then I’d be set.

Hey… A mom can dream.

I’ve mentioned the Smart Stages Train and Chair in the past, comment letting me know which one you think your kiddo would like most and you’ll be entered to win one! I’ll select someone from the comments as a winner December 19th.

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This post was sponsored by Fisher-Price as a part of an ongoing partnership bringing my tips to you as an FP Insider. All opinions (and typos) are my own.

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