Jenny Prevost
Jenny Prevost is an aspiring author, french fry fanatic + founder of www.betherebox.com, a giftbox company geared for the tough stuff in life. In a very small town way, she fell hard for the boy who grew up one street over + married him. She is now Momma to three lovable kiddos (and one lively lab) + can be found her in her garden or playing outside. She has a passion for creative living + whole heartedly believes Brene Brown when she says, “The magic is in the mess.”
Tooth Fairy Troubles
I have it on good authority that the Tooth Fairy is the anxious sort … a lot of job-related stress, I would imagine. Think about it, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the other...
“Whose Day Is It?”
It’s one of the first questions my kids ask in the morning, as soon as sleep is rubbed out of little eyes. Following in the footsteps of my older sister, we instituted ‘days to...
Lessons in Acceptance & Ice Cream
I pride myself on being a mom who preaches acceptance and authenticity. Trying my hardest to meet each of my children where they are and I do my best to pay attention to the...
Let Me Be Louder … I See You, I Love You
Dear Momma,
I see you and that beautiful baby you just brought into the world. Yours really is one of the cutest newborns I’ve ever laid eyes on. Trust me when I say, you’re a...
My X :: The Good, The Bad & The Ugly
I know what you’re thinking, this is NOT that kind of post.
I’ll tell you what kind of post this is, though … it’s a real-life account of the hub of my home, and all...
Four is My Favorite
It’s a well-known fact, parents can’t don't have a favorite child. I think it’s even in the parenting bylaws. The official answer is, “they all have their moments, but we love them all the same.”...
Pear Shaped Mornings
It all started with an apple core.
I guess that’s not entirely true, the tears started with the apple core, but the morning went south long before. You see, I’m a morning person and our...
The New Girl
I remember it like it was yesterday. First, the butterflies in my stomach started and, though not a constant presence, they seemed to grow every time I thought about what was coming. Then, I...
No Time!! There’s Never Any Time!! {Here is My Secret Weapon}
Apparently, there are 24 hours in one day. I’ve known this for most of my life, and the clocks of the world seem to confirm it. But, if I’m being honest, the older I...
Anxiety By Any Other Name …
It all started with a thunderstorm. Not the kind that rattles the windows or comes with a warning, just a typical, late summer thunderstorm. I was looking forward to a lazy afternoon with my...