Attention, Helicopter Parents!


Settle the frick down!

We all want to be good parents and take care of our kids, however, there is too much of a good thing with being involved. There is a fine line between being a caring parent and hovering too much (known as being a Helicopter Parent.) And yes, I admit…I do hover. A lot. But, I’m working on…well…not hovering so much.

Here are some things you want to avoid doing:

Saying No
If you find yourself always saying “No” to your kids, you may want to think about why. Granted, the world seems like a scarier place today compared to when we grew up, but we have to allow our children the opportunities to become independent. It is natural to worry, but try to step back for a moment and say “Yes” sometimes when your kids ask you if they can do something they want to do.

Always Speaking Up
While this can be a hard one, you can’t always speak for your child. You don’t want to scare off your child’s teachers by being that parent who is always calling or asking for meetings. Our kids have to learn to speak up for themselves sometimes. Now if it is very important, then of course you may need to get involved. Just don’t get involved every time there is a minor problem.

Doing Homework
Yes, maybe you tell yourself you are just ‘helping’, but we have all been there with that last minute project or assignment. There is nothing wrong with helping your child, but don’t take over. Even if the project is not ‘perfect’, don’t worry so much. Let your son or daughter be themselves and work in their own way.

Too Clean
Some Helicopter Parents don’t let their kids do anything where they can get dirty. Getting dirty and scraped knees are part of growing up. You don’t want your child to be afraid of doing things. Dirt washes off, so don’t obsess too much.

Give your child the chance to make decisions and learn from mistakes. Of course, it health or safety is involved, then you may need to step in. Let your kids know you are there for them, but don’t hover or smother them!

Too much hovering will lead to an insecure child and will probably end up with your child living in the basement in your house at the age of 50.

5 Things You Need To Know About Stitch Fix


It’s been all the rage in the fashion world and blogging land and so, I decided to give Stitch Fix a try. I do work a full time job outside of my websites and media business that requires me to dress up a little bit. And by dress up I mean, no sweats and tanks with no bras (which I used to do when I was a stay-at-home mom).

First of all, raise your hand if you like to receive packages in the mail! Right now, I’m raising my hands and my legs. It’s so fun! How about a package that you aren’t quite sure what is in it but you know it is going to be brand new pieces of fashion to add to your wardrobe? YES, please!

How about a box full of goodies automatically sent to you every month or as frequently as you want, tailored to your style taste? Oh em gee, gazillion yes’s! That’s generally what Stitch Fix is all about and I received my first “fix” last week.

Five Things You Need To Do To Get Started With Stitch Fix

1. Sign up! Here is my referral link HERE.

2. Answer a series of questions regarding your style. And these questions are pretty in depth!


3. Understand the payment situation. You will be charged $20 JUST for your stylist to put together your stitch fix box. That is all you will be charged to get started.

4.  When you receive your Stitch Fix box, you will receive FIVE pieces for you to try,  information regarding the items sent in your fix, different ways to wear your items and an invoice.




5.  Try on all the items and send back the items you do NOT want.  There is a bag included in the box for you to use to return the items you don’t want to keep.  Postage is already paid for you!  Make sure you go into your online profile on the Stitch Fix website and “check out”.  Select the items you want to keep and indicate the items you are sending back.  When you checkout, you will be paying for the items that you keep.





I must say, I loved all of the pieces that I received, however they didn’t fit quite right.  I ended up keeping the blue and yellow tank.  After deducting the $20 styling fee from my total, I paid $18 to keep the tank.

I left a note for my stylist to make sure she sends a bigger inseam for jeans/pants as I am fairly tall.  While I did only keep one item, I definitely like the quality of the clothing, so we will see what Stitch Fix box number two brings.  Stay tuned!

NOTE:  No, I am not being compensated to write any of this, however if you sign up under me, I will get a $25 credit to use towards my next fix and you will have your very own fix set up and can also share your link with your friends to snag up your own $25 credit.  Win, win!

My Son Has A Video Game Addiction


Or at least I’m beginning to think so.

When I was a little girl, I remember the age old familiar question posed to me quite frequently. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” My parents asked me. My grandmother asked me. My kindergarten teacher asked me. My first grade teacher asked me. My second grade teacher asked me. You get the picture.

It’s a big question! A big question with an answer that I know I filled in the blank with a different answer every time. And I remember pondering and then spouting the first thing that came to mind.

In kindergarten, I wanted to be a teacher.

In first grade, I wanted to be a chocolate chip cookie maker.

In second grade, I wanted to be a track star.

In third grade, I wanted to design Trapper Keepers.


And I think that is why we ask relentlessly young kids about their future occupations…because you just never know what will come out of the mouths of little ones.

While my answer seemed to be different every time I was asked, my son’s answer has not changed the past few times I have asked him.

So what does my dear little 8-year-old want to be when he grows up? Check out our actual conversation below:

Curious Me: “So Carter, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

Carter: “I want to be a gamer.”

Confused Me: “A what?”

Carter: “I want to play video games”.

Not-sure-if-I-heard-that-right Me: “Like, play video games for a living? For your job? For the rest of your life?”


Carter: “Yep.”

Me: “Well, I bet if you really wanted to, you could maybe be a graphic designer. Or learn coding that it takes to create the game. You think?”

Carter: “No, I want to play them.”

Me: “Well, you can play them after you design them. You know, like testing them out before people buy them to play. That would be kind of cool.”

Carter: “Yeah.”

Positive-Because-I’m-hoping-this-is-just-a-phase me: “Okay, buddy. Well you be the best darn video game player ever then!”

Carter: “Ok”.


Well…what else am I supposed to say?! I’m not supposed to crush my kid’s dreams, right?

My mind is clouded with visions of a fifty year old Carter sitting in his underwear…playing Minecraft edition 545 while snacking on Doritos and counting down the days to the next national video game conference on his MarioKart calendar stuck to my living room basement wall with half-chewed Hubba Bubba.

I’ll let you know what he says when I ask him about his future endeavors when he turns 9. My fingers are crossed that he doesn’t say video game player.

Somebody Else’s Kid Is Going To Be Living At My House For A Year And I’m Freaking…


Yes, you read that right. We are going to be taking another person’s child into our household for the duration of a little under a year…okay, 10 months to be exact. While this is something I have been looking forward to for months, as time creeps closer to the date we go and pick up our new teen daughter I’m nervous as all heck…well, for more reasons than one. I will get to those reasons in a hot minute, but first…how it all transpired…

When I did my research on becoming a host parent to a foreign exchange student, the fond memories that I had of my aunt and uncle’s exchange student came flooding back.   In high school we had a couple exchange students whom I became friends with, one including a boy whom I wished would have asked me to Prom…but that’s a ‘whole nother story. How hard could being a host family be? At this point it isn’t that I feel as if I am second-guessing our decision to host. It’s the whole are we-a-good-representation-of-the-American-family question that keeps flowing through my mind…among other things.

1. I’m sure she and her brother and sister have argued and fought before, but will our student be able to endure the possible show she’ll get as my two youngest go at it WWE style?


2. My littlest ones like to run around and eat cereal in their underwear.  We don’t call my youngest mini Kevin Sorbo for nothing!  Cripes, sometimes the kids think streaking across the house in their birthday suits after bath time, yelling and laughing like hyenas is the highlight of their day.


3. While we are pretty active with different activities through the school and church during the year, our life here isn’t all THAT exciting. We don’t travel every weekend. After a busy week of work and school, we prefer to be home. With each other…even if we are all in different rooms. We could be boring?

4. Then there’s the potty talk that my children (and sometimes husband) engage in. Quite frankly, sometimes the PT lasts longer than it really should. Suddenly accidental body functions turn into loud chaotic, intentional obnoxiousness for a solid fifteen minutes or longer. But, I’m assuming that’s good, normal American fun?


5. After enduring all this and discovering her host family is rather quite eccentric, she’s going to REALLY miss her family and friends back home. But what happens when reality hits her, she becomes inconsolable, and refuses to speak to us in English?

Despite all of these worries, how cool to be able to take a teenager from another country into your household for a period of 10 months, take care of them, learn about their culture and have a lifelong connection?  Teenagers are fun, right?!

Oh gosh, I’m hoping.

Heck, if all goes well, perhaps we’ll be on the next flight to Thailand to visit and stay with HER family. Maybe we will discover her family likes potty talk and Kevin Sorbo too?