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Continue reading →: What My 12 Year Old Son Taught Me About Entrepreneurship Today
If you’ve been here a while, you already know G. This is the same kid who once decorated a gingerbread man with cheese sauce and tortilla chips and stood back like a misunderstood artist waiting for his work to be appreciated. The same kid who has always lived in that…
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Continue reading →: 2025: No One Asked, But Here’s What Actually Happened
2025 wasn’t measured in days. It was measured in milestones, growth spurts, emotional whiplash, and how many snacks I bought that were apparently still the wrong snacks. It was the year Jai turned 16.My daughter. Sixteen. Which feels fake. Taller, wiser, funnier, and somehow both fiercely independent and still very…
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Continue reading →: The Annual Return of the Darn Elf on the Shelf
Every December, something happens in my house that can only be described as equal parts magical, stress-inducing, and Why do I do this to myself? Yes- the elves return. You did not hallucinate. Plural. Two. WHY? Lizzy and Zizzy, our beloved (and mildly unhinged) Christmas houseguests, make their grand entrance sometime between the stroke…
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Continue reading →: From Thomas the Tank Engine to Kanye West: The Emotional Whiplash of Raising a Teenage Son
Once upon a time, I had a little boy who loved trains and cars. We’d sit for hours watching Thomas the Tank Engine or Lightning McQueen, and life was simple. Then, seemingly overnight, he traded train tracks and race tracks for trap beats and declared Kanye a “creative genius.” <…
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Continue reading →: Why I’m Not Raising My Kids to Be the MVP (and Why I’m Totally Okay With That)
Last season, two of my boys went undefeated (like, didn’t lose a single game) and ended up winning the Tri-County Championship. Cue the victory laps, proud mum tears, and the delusional belief that I might be raising the next Connor McDavid. Fast forward to this season, and let’s just say… the script has…
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Continue reading →: The After-Tournament Effect: London, Mini Sticks, and Greyson’s Chaos
Friday: The Adventure Begins 🚗☕💥 Tournament weekends are magical… until you realize you’re driving three excited and sugar-fueled teen boys. Highlights of our Friday: We made it to the London Knights’ rink for a tour. Up close and personal, including their shiny new change room… 👣 bare feet on unknown floors… I…
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I’m Alanna
Hi, I’m Alanna… a solo-turned-blended mom navigating life with five kids, two bonus kids, one very dramatic cat, and a fiancé I somehow convinced to join this circus willingly. I write about real-life parenting, big family chaos, solo motherhood survival, raising teens and tweens, mom-of-multiples life, blended family dynamics, and rebuilding after the kind of relationship chaos that could be its own Netflix limited series. If you’re looking for a perfectly curated, aesthetically pleasing motherhood blog… you have taken a VERY wrong turn. But if you want honest stories, dark humour, mom wit, and a front-row seat to the beautiful disaster that is raising seven children in a blended family while wrangling a cat who clearly runs this house… welcome. You belong here. I talk openly about life after bring married to an addict, “co-parenting”, starting over, finding joy again, and how love shows up when you least expect it (usually when you’re busy yelling at someone to pick up their socks). So grab a coffee… or something stronger. This is motherhood, but with sarcasm, resilience, and absolutely zero shame.
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