Boyd Meets Girl

In the age of technology, EVERYTHING is online. Here are some tips to protect your (and your family's) information online! 1) De-personalize your passwords. You guys... I'm the absolute worst about this. I can safely share this with everyone because I have gone through and changed my passwords to everything, but the dumbest things to include in your passwords are pet names, special dates (your birthday, anniversary, kid's birthdate), any part of your social security number, and your kiddos' names. Do yourself a favor and make up the craziest NOT-LIKE-YOU passwords you can think of. Outrageous even! xbiggestBritneySpearsfan1481x; imyellintimber817OK; totesmagotesSprintPCS224. Crazy, stupid stuff that doesn't even make sense is what your password should be. Not something super predictable like your favorite dog's name and your birth year. C'mon y'all.  2) {Warning: this is the pot calling the kettle black.}  Stop over-sharing on social media. Sam fro

It's taken me almost a year to realize that even though I really want to, I can't do it all. I can't be a mom, wife, speech therapist, chef, maid, model, fitness guru, master crafter, blogger and friend all at once. Before I had Beulah, a friend commented on Facebook with this little piece of advice: She said, "Don't try to do it all, or you'll drive yourself crazy." In my haste, I thought "sure I can! I can do it all. I will do it all!" What transpired after that was much like the stages of grief when it came to my new work load as a working mom happily married to my husband, only not quite as dramatic. First was denial. "I can totally do all of this. I'll just never sleep." Second was anger. "WHY is there so much laundry? and WHY isn't there more time in the day? UGH! Life is so unfair." (First world problem, I know.) Next came sadness. "I am a horrible wife and mother because I can't get all my ducks in

Yes, I'm saying it out loud. I have a little problem with my Facebook usage. Specifically with my Facebook consumption, but also with my Facebook production. It's become such a big mess I kind of don't know where to start. First, let me say that I have always been "social" on the computer. I used to have a Xanga (DON'T look it up...) where I used to blog about my super fun life before I had real responsibilities. I used to sit on AIM and update my profile, fill out questionnaires and put little links in my profile that recorded who clicked on it. I had a myspace and religiously updated my profile picture, background music and layout to perfectly match my mood that week. So, it is clear that I have always had this online presence. In fact, I can say without a doubt that I have social media to thank indirectly for my sweet husband, but that is another story (and no, we did not meet "online," but I did meet his cousin and one of my bffes online via

How the heck did this happen? You are barely (read: not even close) to your pre-baby weight, you still aren't sleeping through the night, you STILL have no idea what you are even doing, and all the sudden you look down and realize you have an almost one-year-old on your hands (or more accurately, pulling on your pant leg). This means two things. 1) Your kid is old enough to where your post-baby tummy flab *could* be misinterpreted as another baby-on-the-way, so best get to steppin' to the gym! and 2) Time to wipe away the tears and plan a fun party! Hooray! Everyone likes a good list, right? I know I do, which is why I'm writing a blog post about the First Birthday Party Checklist. There are so many little things you need to do for things to run smoothly and to have the best party ever! And hey, this could be your first birthday party to throw for a little baby, so a checklist is definitely helpful. Anywho, I digress. A MONTH BEFORE: 1) Decide on a theme. This really

Most of the time, my blog posts are inspired by real life... my life to be exact, which is why you will find a bunch of stuff on here about being a mom, having a family and being a speech therapist. That pretty much covers all the bases when it comes to me lately. So, with that in mind, I'm going to be sharing with you guys some information and a rant about something that has been nagging me for several months. Now, I'm pretty riled up about this right now, so YES I'm striking while the iron is hot, so-to-speak, but I'm getting to the point in life/mommyhood where I really could give two sh--s about whether you like me or not if it's about my kid. I'm sorry if things come out brash or rude. Most of the time, I am a very likable/reasonable person. But, y'all, I got my mama bear claws out, and I'm ready to roll. Here is the topic. Childhood diseases. Yes. Diseases. Sure, I could say illnesses or ailments, but I feel like "diseases" is more d

Welcome to parenthood... the land of unsolicited advice... From the second you announce your pregnancy 'til.. well, does it ever end?... people, well-meaning and know-it-all alike, are quick to share their parenting advice with you. As a new parent, you might be overwhelmed and/or anxious with what to do with this new plethora of information. Do yourself a favor, and give this a read before putting too much weight on what other people think. DON'T listen to people's opinions of your child's name. This is why people somewhere along the line decided to not share the name of their little bambino-to-be. The fact that I spent nanosecond(s) caring what people would think of Beulah's name when I was pregnant is laughable now, as I could give two you-know-whats what anyone thinks about my precious baby girl's name. But pregnancy does weird things to your brain and can trick you into thinking you care. Do you know that I have actually had grown-a$$ adults b

I, like many other fashion-forward mamas out there, covet the often-imitated-but-never-duplicated moccasins made by Freshly Picked . They just released a neon line, and their metallics literally make me hurt with desire to buy every.single.last.pair. But... I worried. These are expensive little shoes, for a little diva-in-the-making with quickly growing feet who, among other things, despises long sleeve shirts and any type of footwear. After much turmoil over which size to get using this handy little chart , I decided to make the dive and commit to a size 3 perfect gold metallic moccasin. Whilst Boo ripped off every pair of shoes borrowed from my niece and became more mobile with her attempts to walk, I anxiously awaited the box to arrive from Freshly Picked, perfectly packaged in a canvas bag with an added touch of button flair. My inner fashionista flapped with delight when the package came. low and behold, the packaging. A little note about the sizing chart - you totally