What Netflix & Chill Means To Us Parents. 

As usual, I’m checking out Netflix for shows to watch and recommend to you. As a member of the Netflix Stream Team, I’ll do the dirty work so you don’t have to.
There’s a phrase going around the internet that all the cool kids are using…

  Hey girl, wanna 

Netflix and chill? 

Yes, Ryan….I do. Er…what?!?

Sex. It means to have sex. Pretty crazy that this old, tired mommy could crack that code but I did 

*brushes off glitter on my shoulder* 
And while that is super awesome, I’m going to admit that I’m not down. 

I chill and watch Netflix to, um, watch Netflix and chill out. As a parent, I have to chill out. I. HAVE. TO. CHILL. I live to have chill time. It’s so rare.  


Chill means I’m eating yummy food without kid paws grabbing my chips. Chill means I don’t have to share my couch. Chill involves wine and relaxing and nobody stealing my throw pillow. My chilling time is great when I’m with my spouse but also great when I’m alone. 

Lately, I’ve been checking out Narcos, the newest Netflix original.  

photo courtesy of Netflix

Why would I have sexy time doing this action packed show of drugs and crazy?? I don’t think so. 

And I’m finally starting How To Get Away With Murder.  Viola Davis just won an Emmy for her lead role in this show. Since I LOVED HER in The Help, I’m sure I’ll be hooked on this TV hit series in no time. 

No distracting sexy sex for me. 

photo courtesy of Netflix

So, the next time you hear the phrase “Netflix and chill”, remember it has a completely different meaning to parents. 

We take our chill time very seriously. 


When My Kids Connect, it’s Pretty Awesome. 

It is no surprise that my blog is nothing without my kids. Because of their personalities, my website is still running, I have a readership and followers. It’s all about my kids. 

Why would I even bother reviewing anything anymore? I just give them the stuff and let them do their thing. Like in this two part review for those cool Magformers magnet sets. 

First, Conner…

 …And Hallie isn’t about to let Conner have all the fun. 

If you would like to learn more about the Magformers sets, which make great holiday gifts, head to the Magformers website. 

Did we have fun with this set? Yes! Was it hilarious to create these review videos? Definitely. 

We’ll be back with more reviews soon. It was crazy fun to add all the sound effects! 


The Time When Captain America Told My Kids A Secret. 

As a parent, you discourage your children from keeping secrets. 

Especially secrets that they hear from another adult. Any adult. 

That’s why when my son said..

Captain America told Hallie and I a secret. 

…my husband and I raised a questionable eyebrow as a reactive, protective parent response. 

My children had stood in line to get a picture taken with the Captain and Thor. Their excitement was electric and whatever those heroes would say to my kids who believe in their heart of hearts that these guys were the real superheroes they see in the movies was going to remain in their innocent, child brains FOREVER. I mean, it was a superhero. Or rather, a guy dressed up as the superhero character at Disneyland.

But if Captain America told you a secret when you were 7 years old, wouldn’t you keep it?!?

Now, anyone who has ever stood in a line 40 families deep just to get a photo with your child’s favorite icon knows that there is a bit of dialogue that goes along with a character meet and greet. You may not hear all that is said. For the most part, their is a liaison or monitor standing close by as a witness. I would like to think that the exchange that my kids had with Captain A. was pretty much superhero-y motivational mumbojumbo and nothing to really be concerned about. 

In fact, I think it went something like this: 


Hi there! Nice to meet you. I’m Captain America. What shall I call you? 

Conner: Conner 

Hallie: I’m Hallie 


Conner, Hallie, it’s a pleasure. 

You know what this uniform stands for, right? Truth. Justice. Doing the right thing. Being honorable. 

C: Yes. 

H: (nods head) 

And sometimes doing the right thing is scary. Fighting for truth and justice can be hard to do. And I’ll tell you a secret…


I get scared. A lot. And that’s okay. If you get scared, I won’t say anything. I promise to keep your secret if you keep mine. 


And that’s only because I don’t want the enemies of the USA to get wind that I can’t handle what they do to us. They are no match to my friends and I. Scared or not, we’ll do the right thing by the people of this Earth. By you, Conner and Hallie. 

Now, let’s give our best bravery pose…


It’s my honor to protect you both. 

Be well!!

I’m sure that’s not exactly what he said but that seemed right in my head. 

Afterwards, Conner told us he wouldn’t tell us Captain America’s secret to any of us. At first, it concerned me but then…

Mom, Dad wants to know the secret that Captain America told me but I promised. 

“Did he use a bad word to you or your sister?”


“Did he talk to you about your body or your sister’s?”


“Did he talk about being a superhero, being brave, getting bad guys, believing in him and his friends? ”

Kind of. 

“Honey, you keep your promise. It sounds like he just wanted you to be brave and be good and tell you something about being a hero that parents might not believe anymore because parents worry and get scared for their kids. If he didn’t say anything inappropriate, and you know what I mean by that, you can keep his secret.” 

Thanks, Mom. I didn’t want to disappoint him. 

Of course not. I wouldn’t either. 

After all, he knows the Hulk. 


Shut Up and Watch My Kid Dance

In a feeble attempt to make more videos, I complied this. I can’t take all the credit. It was filmed by my Goddaughter. 

We all love a good dance video, right? 




I adjust myself in bed, attempting to slumber. Wishing for a night of uninterrupted sleep when I know the truth. 

The pat of little feet. A mousey voice. 

Mama? I’m tired. 

A hop, a crawl, a nuzzle up to the curve of my tummy…then she sprawls out. 

Within seconds, she is in dreamland.

Her arms and legs extend out mimicking a starfish. Her placement in the bed is obnoxiously adorable. With her positioned like this, I’ll never sleep. But I cherish these bed take overs because they will soon fade away. 

I adjust her legs together and roll her to the side. She snorts and throws her right leg out like a soccer player, landing square on my back. 

I think, a real starfish would retract its appendages with fear of losing them…

I wait. Then I wait some more. 

I moved her arms in toward her body oh so gently. She rolls inward and puts the heel of her hand upward into my chin. I might have a dimple there now. 

Obviously I have moved her too soon. 

I roll over and close my eyes while she tosses around. She headbutts me off the pillow. The edge of the bed and I perform our familiar tango.

In a final attempt to get some sleep with her in the bed. I pick her torso first and move her toward the other side. She’s a starfish floating through the air and her limbs will remain as she forms a star, a 4 year old bed-hogging star. Smiling to myself as I accept defeat, I carry my little ocean dweller out of my bedroom… 

That’s it, little starfish. Back to your own bed.