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I’m Just So Tired

I posted a cute little pic of my kids and their dad on Instagram this past Father’s Day. The photo was taken in a jail cell at the old Police Headquarters here in San Diego. I quipped some clever caption, comparing and contrasting my husband’s amazing parenting as opposed to mine. The picture was a joke, but the fact is, I’d prefer my kids behind bars some days. Unlike me, his steady hand is never irrational.

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A Dad’s Response to Bullying

Addie had a run in with a bully this past week at school. My husband had a few things to say about it. Read this guest post–from a dad’s point of view–on parenting through challenging circumstances.
“Somebody Just Bullied My Baby“
By: Marcus Jones
My oldest daughter, Addie, is an incredible person. At ten years old, she is sweet and kind and generous to others. She loves Disney® Channel, Reece’s Pieces® and is gaming a force to be reckoned with on Sonic Dash.

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This Is 40

I am officially entering mid-life. As I approached the big 4-0, I decided not to dread life’s halfway point. I decided to celebrate. I’d pondered for a solid year on exactly how the big day might go down. What I ended up deciding actually surprised me a bit.
I wanted a simple getaway with my family: kids in tow, grandma, grandpa—the works! In earlier days, I might have imagined myself with a rockin’ party, a pair of stilettos and an itty-bitty dress.

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Addie Suspended

We recently had a rough week with our oldest daughter, Addie. I lived to tell the tale and thought I’d share my takeaways, now that the fire has been extinguished. I have no intention of throwing my first born under the bus. In fact, a parenting value I hold dear is highlighting strengths in my children. But nobody’s perfect. And usually we learn the most when we fall down the hardest. Addie did exactly that.
The school counselor called me in. Her tone told the story. There was a problem.

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Under Pressure

I almost missed my connecting flight from Austin to San Diego last Saturday night. Typically, not a big deal. In fact, there was a day when this young mom of four littles would have begged for an extra night away–whatever the excuse. But not this night. This night, I ran. I ran as fast as I could from my gate to the terminal subway. I rode the tram, anxiously tapping my foot the entire ride.

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