I am so excited to announce the newest feature at Buffalo Moms, “Maker Moms” – a place where we can highlight talented mommas and their handmade businesses!
First up on this new segment is Harp & Heart Co., handmade lip balms made from 100% natural ingredients and Young Living Essential Oils. I’ve been lathering my lips with the Mango Citrus for a few weeks now, and I can’t get enough!
This past weekend, we headed out in our new camper for a visit to Green Lakes State Park in East Syracuse to celebrate the Memorial Day holiday. Before we left, we checked the weather only to realize that Sunday was looking iffy at best with a whole lot of rain in the forecast. If you’ve ever been camping with kids before, you know that rain + campgrounds = MUD. We started searching for places nearby that we could take the kids to for a few hours to get out of the elements, if need be. A simple Google search led us to find the MoST Museum in downtown Syracuse, and we were happy to find that it was only a 20 minute drive from where we were staying!
During the week, we mostly eat at home amidst the chaos of after school activities and homework. My husband and I feel that it’s important to sit down and enjoy some family time with our kids over a meal, even if it’s only for 15 minutes. We’ve learned that family meal time requires a fair amount of planning and then having the fortitude of sticking to our plan. Without a plan, or our commitment, it’s simply easier to order out or dine and dash.
That being said, by Friday, all bets are off!
There are plenty of things no one tells you about having a baby. Some things moms and dads might assume you don’t want to know about (projectile poop) and some things maybe they don’t consider worth mentioning (baby acne). Then there are the big-ticket items that begin at birth and live on until your baby is 35 years old. I’m not sure why these are shrouded in secrecy because they certainly have the most impact on your daily life.
Growing up, I never officially learned to swim. We lived in Queens, so the only swimming pool I had access to was the Atlantic Ocean, and with the strong riptides, it wasn’t a very safe place for a lesson. We would jump the waves, get pounded, and were able to make it to shore when we’d had enough, but you won’t see me in the deep end of a pool.