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My dad got engaged. The last time he got married was in like 1967. So it’s been almost 50 years. You can’t say he’s rushing into marriage again.

I actually knew his fiancée before he did – through Rick’s family here is South Florida.  So they met when we moved to Florida (and my dad came along with us).

I was really worried about my dad acclimating to Florida. Here was a guy who had spent most of his life in Massachusetts. He loves the Red Socks, still says “wicked” and lived a quiet life on Cape Cod. How was he going to like the hot sunshine, palm trees and Disney quality of South Florida? Plus, he basically didn’t know anyone in Florida besides us.

Well, it took him about 3 minutes to adjust. (I’m still working on it.)

And his fiancé was a huge part of that. They are two kindred souls and I’m very happy they found each other. She’s just the kind of person I aways hoped he’d find.

When I was growing up, I always wanted both my parents to remarry. I didn’t have that longing to see them back together but I wanted them to find someone, so I wouldn’t have to worry about them so much.

Over the years, as I got older, I realized that I couldn’t be responsible for my mother’s or my father’s happiness or destinies. They each had to take their own path. And they found their own way.

My dad says he is going to have a very, very, very, very, very small wedding.

Which is fine by me as long as there is room for one flower girl, two ring bearers and 2 junior bridesmaids (you know, my kids).

5 year old Harlowe is desperate for a flower girl position before her flower girl window closes. Whenever someone comes by the house who could even potentially get married, she throws rose petals at their feet.

She’s already got the dress. And the flower girl look.

Harlowe flower girl

Now all we need is a wedding date. No pressure.


For years, Bruce Jenner and I have been close…


I guess when I say close, I mean I once got a picture taken with him at a blogging conference.

And I’m all about Bruce being Caitlyn.  But do her boobs have to be soooo much better than mine?!


She’s seriously pretty, right?

Jenner has a sultry Renee Russo/ Jessica Lange vibe going on.

You know Kris Jenner is fuming right now because who wants their ex-husband to be hotter than them?!

Or maybe Kris Jenner’s just distraught that she didn’t spell Caitlyn with their signature family “K.” It’s hard to know.

In response to the Vanity Fair cover, Kim Kardashian West tweeted, “How beautiful! Be happy, be proud, live life YOUR way!”

Very supportive. Although I think she originally added, “I love you but next time you have a big magazine cover, please try not to stomp on my, ‘I’m pregnant again!’ news.”

Of course, the newly debuted Caitlyn Jenner will have her supporters (already 1.7 million followers on Twitter) and her critics. But she doesn’t have any regrets, telling Vanity Fair…

“If I was lying on my deathbed and I had kept this secret and never ever did anything about it, I would be lying there saying, ‘You just blew your entire life.'”


Hey everyone. It’s 2 year old Cash! I’m so exhausted from the weekend. Do you know how tiring it is to never stop moving for 12 hours a day?!

Plus arching my back and screaming, “NOOOOOOOOO” every time they put me in a carseat is quite taxing. Don’t believe me? Try it sometime. It will sap your energy like nobody’s business. Whatever the heck that means. I heard my mom say it once.

Anyway, I had the best day, proving once again I am the most fun out of the five kids around here.  I loved playing at the water park. Oh wait, you might call it a sink.

Cash at sink

I covered the whole floor with water. I’m plotting how I can turn the whole thing into an ice skating rink next time. Anyone knows where I can rent a zamboni? If you do, call my mom’s cell. But don’t tell her it’s for me.

We went grocery shopping too. Best part is of course throwing the stuff out of the cart as soon as my parents put it in. It causes my mom to do a lot of deep sighing and gets her completely distracted so my siblings can sneak in a double layer fudge cake. She doesn’t notice it until check out and then she just lets it slide.

Man, I could write a book about how to break your parents. I’ve got to find a good ghost writer.

This weekend, we also went to the race track where we got to see a lot of horses. Honestly, I wasn’t paying much attention because I’m not really a gambler and I was busy collecting empty beer bottles from the bleachers. A toddler’s work is never done. I’m thinking of starting my own recycling business.

One exciting development is that I figured out how to get out of my stroller so now I can do this thing called, “Stand up in my stroller while it’s moving” which seems to make my mother very agitated.

And you wouldn’t believe it but they tried one of these out on me….

Cash leash monkey backpack

My big sister Dylan has wanted a dog FOREVER so I think they are secretly trying to turn me into one! They claim it’s to prevent me from running into traffic but I’m not gullible people!! I know what you are doing.

My foot is still healing from when I stepped on glass and had to have surgery. I’m probably going to have a little scar on my foot. I can’t wait to impress the ladies. They love a guy who’s rough and tumble like that.

Meanwhile, my parents keep referring to me as a “crazy maniac monkey” which I can only assume means “handsome toddler” although I’ve never googled it.

Alright, I’m off to turn the laundry bins upside down! I just can’t seem to get a moment of relaxation around here.


You know when you visit one site and they immediately try to get you to click on another site and you’re all like.. “Dude, I can’t. I’m exhausted. I already clicked once. Work with me here. I have to save some energy to follow the Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner possible break-up.”


Look, I get it. In the name of journalistic research, I once had to look up 15 celebrities who are not aging well and I barely got to slide 5 before I gave up. Even thought #6 promised to make me cringe! Clicking is tiring and it’s almost the weekend.

Even so, I wanted to share where else I’ve been writing so if any sounded interesting or maybe cringe worthy, you could head on over there. No pressure. I mean, you might be too busy bidding on Michael Jackson’s 100 million dollar Neverland Estate. I don’t know what you do with your free time.

On Alpha Mom, I’m sharing 8 great graduation speeches. This is inspiring stuff. Even if you just read a few of the quotes, you’ll definitely be motivated at the very least to clean out your email inbox or something.

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Also on Alpha Mom, is your kid sometimes a Debbie Downer?! Mine too! So what to do about it? (You know, other than yelling.)

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On Lifetime Moms, there are New York City wives getting wife bonuses!! Say what?! I deserve one of those!

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And also on Lifetime, think you spent a lot on your kid’s last birthday party? Well, one couple spent $39,000 on their daughter’s 3rd birthday. Yes, she turned 3. Wait until you see what they spent it on.

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Have a great weekend. xo


Rick and I were recently at a party – talking to someone who is traveling through Europe this summer.

My husband Rick immediately began talking about the beauty of Amsterdam, the Van Gogh museum and a whole bunch of other stuff.


And I immediately thought to myself, “Hold on a minute. I want to go to Europe all summer. I’ve never been to Amsterdam and well, adulthood is lame.”

Because all this working and laundry and filling the dishwasher is nothing like Europe. There is not one 17th century archway or cobblestone street in my kitchen.

I do have this dream that one day, Rick and I, along with our 37 children, will fly to Europe, buy EuroRail passes and just travel. I know a couple who did it last summer. Yes, they only have two children but still. I think it’s possible. I’m offering it to the universe as a possibility in case the universe feels like giving it to me.

In the meantime, (while we are working, doing laundry and filling the dishwasher), Rick and I decided to make a Get Happy list.

Not to say that we are unhappy because we aren’t. But with 5 kids (ages 2 to 10), our days are intense. And adjusting to South Florida has been more challenging than we anticipated. Our oldest daughter continues to struggle with the move and our youngest son continues to be the most adorable “let me see if I can climb on the stove while it’s on so my mom has a heart attack” 2 year old maniac ever.

The key to the Get Happy list is that we can put anything on it. Small or big. Even if it feels completely unattainable. The point is – we are putting it out there as an intention. We’re saying, this is important to us. This will happen. Some day. Because all of us waste a lot of hours of our lives on things that would never pop up on the Get Happy list.

Rick immediately rattled off a few things on his list… Get bikes for us so we can take family bike rides, go dancing and more family time on the weekends (instead of the “I’ll take this kid to a birthday party while you take these kids to the grocery store” kind of thing).

We are already in the process of getting bikes and we recently pulled out some dance moves  at a temple fundraiser. Apparently, you don’t have to be at Liv night club to bust a move.

At first, I couldn’t think of anything for my Get Happy list, beyond the obvious please put Friday Night Lights back on the air and my grand EuroRail pass idea. But then I finally came up with a few things…

A content and happy 10 year old daughter

Meeting and spending time with friends that are funny and real

More time in the late afternoon at the beach

Cleaning less, being still with my kids more.

Sweet Home Alabama 2 movie (because let’s face it – nothing says happiness like a Reese Witherspoon/Josh Lucas reunion movie)

I think there is a certain power in declaring what you need – what makes you content and fulfilled. It’s the first step in taking action toward a more authentic, happy self.

kelcey kintner