I Can’t Do Magic, the Kids Can, Yet Somehow We All Survive.
Daily Chaos, Magically Documented
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My kitchen had been spotless for six whole minutes—long enough for me to believe, briefly, that I had mastered both motherhood and the laws of thermodynamics. Then a fireball drifted down my staircase like it had an appointment with my face, and I realized two things: my children had somehow…
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“James — plate, sink. Now.” Monica’s voice carried the kind of authority only a long-suffering mother could summon: equal parts command, prayer, and thinly veiled threat. Four-year-old James had inhaled his dinner at warp speed, eager to return to whatever Lego-based crisis was unfolding in the next room. On the…
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My husband paused mid-boot and said, “You’re… see-through.” Which is how I learned my three-year-old had discovered invisibility before breakfast.
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Three Meals My Family Might Eat
Dinner at our house is less “family meal” and more “feeding three tiny wizards with unreliable opinions.” My IT-wizard husband passed his magic to the…
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Mom Instincts are Right
A chaotic, magical morning with three children and a very brave black cat. Glitter, jelly, and floating babies collide in a humorous, enchanted household adventure.…
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December, for Reasons Mostly Involving Cookies
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why? I do not like cold weather. There—I said it. Colorado in December makes my car behave like…
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The Trail That Leads to Sanity… and Also Books
What is your favorite place to go in your city? My favorite place in the city is the stretch of the Cherry Creek Trail that…
● About Me
I’m Birdie, a mom, writer, and lover of all things life-affirming, which is just code for ‘I’m a hot mess trying to survive on coffee and laughter’. I write about the transformative power of raising tiny humans, finding the silver lining in everyday challenges, and thriving through the small setbacks that make family life so rewardingly resilient.
Witch, Please 