with Lynne and Leslie

Stitch Fix update: My Pinterest page helps dress me! What a novel idea!

by SweetMidlife


Howdy guys! This is Leslie, and once again I’m doing my own version of home shopping – Stitch Fix, which provides a box of clothes selected for you by stylists based on your sizes and stated preferences. I’ve been doing it for a few months now, and the boxes are now getting more on the nose than they originally were, when I either didn’t like the clothes or didn’t love them enough to pay full price for them. It’s a real find – I get to try out clothes that I like but still might bypass in a store, chosen by someone with a fresh eye. And getting the boxes and opening them is like a monthly Christmas gift, albeit one I pay for.

Yesterday’s offering was the most successful,  and apparently it’s because the stylist checked my Pinterest page, specifically the one marked “What I want in my Stitch Fix box” before filling the box. She took a look at the things that I Pin from other people’s pages or around the Internet and got a clearer picture of what I really like, or at least what the page says I like. And for the first time I almost bought all five items in the box – a dress, two shirts, a scarf and a skirt – which would have triggered a 25% discount, with which the $20 monthly “styling fee” you pay every month would have made $246 worth of clothes cost only $169.50. Sadly, one of the shirts didn’t fit in the chestular region, and without the discount the other shirt was just a shirt, you know? And the dress was cute but not “me” enough for $58 bucks.


So I kept the above amazing skirt, and that boss bird scarf (that peasant blouse is my own and doesn’t really match), which with the $20 styling fee I already paid this month come to $66 bucks. And it’s worth it – that skirt goes with anything and I always like adding to Leslie’s Collection Of Scarves – my whole house is covered in drapey fabric to dress up my sweaty workout wear when I’m running out to get diapers and don’t want to look crazy.

The Pinterest thing really is brilliant – it’s one of the things that Stitch Fix inquires about when you fill out your profile. The first time I did it I didn’t fill it out, maybe because I was like “Who wants to know?” But my Pinterest is public, and if seeing the things that catch my eye and viscerally get me to click “Pin” helps someone who does not know me find things for me, it’s awesome. Pinterest is aspirational in that it’s unlikely that I am ever going to recreate a Moroccan tent in my backyard or redo my kitchen to look like something out of Elle Decor. But when putting things on my “Stitch Fix” page, I am not just clicking pretty things. I am thinking about the things I might wear, even if I’ve never bought anything like that before. Looking at the page this morning, I see that it’s mostly dresses – I love dresses – scarves, interesting cuffs and bangles, as well as sleek blazers and pants – it’s my Executive Stevie Nicks look. And the stuff I got this month reflected that.

It can get expensive if you buy everything, but you aren’t obligated to, and I’ve spent an average of $50 a month, which is a decent amount to spend on new clothes (I should also note that the majority of my clothes shopping is in consignment and second hand stores, because I’m way cheap and because the Palm Beaches have really good thrifting.) I’m looking forward to next month’s box. Maybe it’ll be worth the extra cash!

Interview with the Mommy: Our Mom Wrote A Book, And We are Giving Away a Copy

by SweetMidlife

Hi there! Lynne AND Leslie here, on a momentous occasion: our mother, Tina Streeter, has just released her first book, “Gillespie Dancing: How Gillespie Got His Name”! We repeat: our mommy wrote a book. And it is a sweet one, aimed at kids 5-10, with beautiful pictures by Daphney Williams. It’s about about a family naming their soon-to-be-born baby, and all of the family who make suggestions. You can buy it here on Amazon (in hard copy or on your Kindle), and we will be giving away a free copy at the end of this post! 

What follows is an interview between Lynne, Leslie and their Mommy last week, done on the phone, complete with Mommy’s inspiration for this book, and breaks because some toddler (Leslie and I each live with one) did something that needed our attention. That happens. Here you go.

Our fab Mommy.

Our fab Mommy.

Us:  So, Mommy, why did you want to write a book?

Tina: Well, I was walking in Charleston (where she and our Daddy used to live), and the name came to me. The story and everything else came to me after that. And writing a book seemed like a good idea at the time.

Us: After writing it, do you still think it was a good idea?

Tina: (laughs) Yes. Especially now!

Us: Tell us about the back story, as we try to act like we haven’t heard it. But tell us anyway.

Tina: Well, it’s based on the birth of your cousin Avery. When Avery came, we hadn’t had a baby born into the family in 23 years, and the fact that he was a boy (because the last four babies in our families were girls) was also a big deal.

Us: And what made you want to write about it?

Tina: Well, A LOT of people made recommendations for names, and being that he was the first boy, it got a little heated.

Us: And the name that won, Avery, is a family name.

Tina: Yes, it was the name of my great grandfather, who was supposedly the meanest man in the county where he lived in South Carolina. But it was a strong name.

Picture from Booktopia.com

Us: That it is. So in the book, the name that is chosen, Gillespie, is a mixture of family names, right?

Tina: Yep. There was an episode of The Dick Van Dyke Show where the Petrie baby was born (The Petries were Dick Van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore and if you have never seen that show FIND IT), and everyone did to them what the Dancings did in the book: everyone wanted the baby named after themselves. It got crazy, so they took initials from everyone’s names and got the name “Richie”.

Us: So, is Dick Van Dyke going to come after you now because you used that idea?

Tina: I hope not, but I would love to meet him.

(At this point, Lynne’s kid started playing a drum solo extra loud to the theme of “Curious George” and no one could hear, so we took a break. Then it was over.)

Us: And, we are back. So after you wrote the book, you decided to self-publish it?

Tina: Yep, through a company called Xulon. And Leslie checked it out to make sure it was on the up and up, and it was!

(Leslie’s little one starts pressing buttons on the phone)

Us: Of course Leslie did. And what are your hopes for the book?

Tina: Well Lynne hopes that it will be wildly profitable, and that works. But mostly, I want it to be an inspiration to all families, big, small, and crazy. I want children to enjoy it.

Us: And why is a person’s name so important?

Tina: Names can speak of how your family felt about your coming. They can be based on traditions. Sometimes babies get named after trends, but are usually about what we want to represent. Some children are named carelessly, or out of spite, but thankfully that doesn’t happen often. I wanted it to be an encouragement to think about what you name your kid, and what that means down the line. Even back to the Bible, names were important and were predictors of what the child would be.

Us: And what do you want kids who read this to get out of it?

Tina: I want them to know that families matter, that they are important, and that they matter to somebody. All families need to treat their kids as important.

Us: And what does dancing mean to you, since that is the name of the family in the book?

Tina: Well, the four of us (She and our Daddy and the two of us) were always dancing at home, and your Daddy and I grew up dancing in DC, and loved to dance together. It’s a way of expressing yourself. And you, Lynne and Leslie, came here dancing. It’s joy. And that was the name that came to me.

Us: Awesome. Well, anything else you want to say?

Tina: Well, I am grateful to God for the inspiration to write this, and to our family, and family in general. Even when families make each other crazy, they can work stuff out, and still like each other in the end.

Us: And we sure like you.


SO, in honor of our Mommy’s book, we are giving away a copy of it! To enter, in our comment section below, tell us the story of YOUR name, even if it’s just “my mom liked it.” We will announce the winner on Friday! It is also available here on Amazon. And below is a picture of our very own “Gillespie”, our very much hoped-for cousin Avery, who is now 20. 


Trying To Raise a Friendly Toddler Who Is Not a Stalker

by SweetMidlife

Hi! Lynne here!

I am the mother of a very friendly toddler.

He has his moments, it’s true, when he would rather play on his own, like when people try to talk to him in the middle of his truck playing. He may or may not have time for you at that point. Often not. I am sorry when that happens. I encourage talking to people who are actually, well, talking to you. We are working on that. And he has his share of not playing nice with others, and has snatched toys from people, and I am sorry, and I know kids do that, but rude is not a good look on humans and we are working on that too.

But there are other moments when my child is the host of his own party that you didn’t know you were attending. Oh, you thought you were just playing at the train set at the library, minding your business, chilling with Thomas the Tank Engine. But my son will walk up to you, right up to your face and say “Hi!” It is the sweetest, most terrifying thing in the world. I love that he loves people, and that he wants to play with them. I know that this is him learning to navigate the social world, and getting out there to meet people is where that starts. But I know that kids, little ones and ones my age, can be mean. I can totally appreciate why having this little person with no sense of personal space (and I mean NONE. He gets rightupinyourface) can be startling, and I totally know that no one is under any obligation at all to be nice to my boy just because I want them to be. But he is so earnest and sweet, and I just want people to play with him.

And mostly they do. Which is all kinds of awesome. But I still sometimes walk around with my heart both in my throat, and also in the body of this beautiful boy. Because although I want him to have all the friends, I don’t want him to be your almost 3 year-old stalker.

Last week, we were at our neighborhood playground, and my son became the self-assigned welcoming committee. He went up to a guy who came in to sit on a bench and read the paper. The guy said hello back, but left after a few minutes. I guess it wasn’t the relaxing afternoon he was looking for. Then two teen-aged girls home on spring break came in and got on a swing, and my boy had the sudden urge to swing too, right at that moment. Now, having your mom push you on the baby swings while you yell at the young ladies next to you “Look at me INGING!!! I INGING!” may not sound like you have swag, but my kid doesn’t know that. And they were so sweet, and so polite, and they said hello back. After they left, a car pulled up with a lady and her 2 year-old daughter, and that is when the real party began. At least in his mind. He heard them say they were going to sit a the picnic tables, and he started pointing them out, and actually ran to them before they got there to wait for him. I didn’t want to barge in on this lady’s afternoon with her daughter, so I said, “Let them eat, sweetie”, but they were so nice and gave him a chicken wing. And he practically performed for them while they were still eating by climbing on the the monkey bars but yelling “I up so high!” to encourage them to end their lunch already and hang out with him. He climbed down and went over to the mom and said, “Come one!”, and I, horrified, told him to let them eat, and the mom sweetly said that she needed to stay with her little one. And after they were done, we all played together and had a cool song going on the plastic bongos, and slid sown the slide and laughed and it was all good.  But it didn’t have to be, because again, people have every right to set boundaries and decide that my kid’s dances aren’t cute, and I don’t want to be one of those parents that thinks that everything that their angel does is amazing because I can tell you now that it isn’t. And I don’t want to be a helicopter parent hovering but that is actually my job right now because he is 2, and I have to monitor everything and make sure he isn’t falling off of things or hitting people or running into the street or being rude to your kid.

This whole letting them talk to other people who could not like them thing is hard. And I know that it is a part of life. He will learn to navigate friendships and the like by going out there and being friendly to people, and I want to guide him as much as I can in the right way to do that, and also in knowing when to back off.

Boundaries are hard to teach, because I am figuring them out myself.

But I am in love and in awe of this outgoing, sweet person that I get to be Mommy to, and  we will keep on playing and greeting and smiling, and I will keep my heart where it is. In my chest. But also walking in front of me to the sliding board. Because it’s too late for that. It’s already his. And if we see you out sometimes, I hope you guys get to play together. But it’s okay if you are doing other stuff. But it would be nice.

Somebody play with me, please.

Somebody play with me, please.

The wisdom of Amy Poehler: Being silly is super powerful

by SweetMidlife



This  is our contribution to the weekly blog hop/mash-up situation  they run over at Miss AOK called “That’s What She Said,” where they offer a quote  from a famous woman and writers like us expound on  them all writerly-like. This is Leslie’s version.

Last December, I was asked to participate in a sand-sculpting contest for charity, as part of my South Florida city’s sand Christmas tree display. I had absolutely no reason to believe that I would be any good at this. There would be done live, in a little plastic kiddie play thingee, in competition with people who were obviously more artistically inclined than me. I wasn’t going to win. I wasn’t even going to come in third. Or fifth. Or 12th – and there were only like 7 contestants. The final result wasn’t even a sculpture – it was more like a sandy swampy moat, with little plush turtles we’d saved from Toddler’s birthday party. We called it a turtle habitat. It looked really awful, and pretty silly.

And we were thrilled.

Part of my job as a local features columnist and fake local celebrity is to be professionally silly. Over the past 12 years, I have been photographed on Santa’s lap, competed in two separate ‘Dancing With The Stars”-type ballroom dancing competitions (I’m Number Three! I’m Number Three!), celebrity bartended, judged meatball cooking contests, modeled leather skirt/bustier combos and generally looked kinda dumb. But every time I am asked to do this stuff, I’m in, not only because it connects the newspaper to the community, but because I think there is power, as the brilliant Amy Poehler says, in throwing all caution and ego to the wind and just embracing your silliness and ability to be and make other people be happy. That is the real me, the one who doesn’t mind wearing stupid hats or singing songs or faking my way through the Paso Doble on the way to a mirror ball trophy (Third place y’all!)

I get my silly lessons from Toddler, who has not yet developed a sense of shame over being silly. He sometimes gets so happy that he runs from one side of the room to the other, cackling like a maniac, and delighting in the fact that he is making us happy. We shouldn’t lose that. Ever. I try not to.

In that case, it was not my dancing that got me the nod, although the moves were better than I thought. What put me over the top, I think, was my commitment to being committed, to just going with it no matter how flabby I looked or how much of the dance I drew a blank on, or whether I was actually wearing another competitor’s dance shoes because mine had olive oil on them (this is a long silly story.) The judges and the audience liked it because I took the dance seriously, but not myself. I was willing to look dumb and flabby and less than perfect for their amusement, and it made us all happy.

Let someone else be a super serious glamourpuss. I’ll be over here making an Easter hat out of paper plates.

Getting To Know Youuuuu: Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award

by SweetMidlife

Hi there! We knew Leslie was awesome, but now MORE people know it! She was nominated for a Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award by the awesome Bekah, who writes a blog called “I Prefer My Puns Intended” for being, well. awesome. Here is how it works! Bekah sent Leslie and other bloggers that she recognized 10 questions to answer that lets the blogospher get to know her better, then in turn, Leslie nominates other bloggers that she likes, and asks them 10 different questions, and everybody learns stuff about everybody else and it’s a big old party. 

We won this.

Here are Leslie’s answers to Bekah’s questions (and you can learn more about Bekah here):

1. What is your favorite movie of all time?

I used to review movie full-time, so that’s a loaded and long question. But since you don’t have 30 years, I’ll say “Eight Men Out,” based on the true story of the 1919 Chicago White Sox, who threw the World Series for money. It’s a really great history lesson about greed, desperation, guilt and the very beginnings of American celebrity culture. It’s amazing to think how this same story would play out in the current Internet culture. Are we so cynical that we wouldn’t even care? Also, it features a lot of guys who were, after the film’s release in 1988, about to become pretty famous – Charlie Sheen, John Cusack, D.B. Sweeney, David Strathairn (It’s a really cute cast.)


2. If you could have one job and not have to worry about money, what would it be?

I have it! I get to expound on pop culture and get paid for it, in my job as a writer for the Palm Beach Post in West Palm Beach, Florida. But I would do it for free.


3. Which recent photo helps you remember that you’ve still “got it”? Post that bad boy right here!

This picture, actually, is the source of some controversy. I have written a lot about body image and trying to get my groove back, and have been public with my readers both on our blog and in the newspaper about it. I attended a fancy-schmancy event at Mar-A-Lago, the private club that Donald Trump owns, with a dear friend, and found out that a photo was printed in my paper, which is rare because they don’t usually print staff photos at society events because I am not that important. Anyway, I really liked that photo, the first one in a year I didn’t squint at and go “Eww.” But a reader, who is a kind but nosy busy-body, actually emailed me to tell me that I wasn’t even recognizable, and was I well? That was a punch in the teeth, but our readers and Facebook friends lifted me right back up. (I’m the one on the middle in the pink scarf.)

Britt and me and steve


4. Do you have an author that helps you shape your writing style? Who is it and why?

Oh, wow, great question. Dave Barry! I probably cribbed from him liberally as a young columnist, and actually told him that. He says I owe him money. I owe him for his enthusiasm and humor. He turned goofiness into a Pulitzer.


5. You have an opportunity to spend with any celeb/public figure, alive/dead, who do you choose and why?

Marian Anderson, the late contralto, who was denied the chance to sing at Constitution Hall in D.C. because she was black. But then Eleanor Roosevelt arranged for her to sing on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. How honored and scared and vulnerable she must have felt! People say celebrities are “brave” for leaving the house without makeup in sweatpants. THIS is bravery.


6. If you were a cartoon character, what would your outfit be? (In other words, if you had to wear one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?)

Yoga pants, my purple Baltimore Ravens tee and my old lady sandals for my bad arches. And rhinestone earrings, because being comfy doesn’t mean you can’t sparkle.


7. Other than your wedding day/the birth of your children, what was the best day of your life?

Meeting my nephew, Lynne’s boy, who looks just like my dad. He’s my special buddy love, and the most hilarious dude I’ve ever met.


8. Five years ago, where did you’d think you’d be today?

Pretty much where I am now! Married with an awesome kid who lives with us, with a great job still in an industry that isn’t doing awesomely but is trying to recreate itself with a lot of creative people moving mountains to tell a story.


9. Where do you think you’ll be five years from now? Hopefully in a bigger house with at least one more bathroom, in our same community, helping it get funkier and safer and more awesome. And with at least two books written, because I just can’t make myself finish them but have to.


10. What is your take on faith: necessity, commodity, or frivolity? Necessity. Period.



Now, we nominate…

1. Lisha of Lishaepperson.com because she is one of the most soulful writers we know, and one of our blog’s biggest encouragers

2. Pam and Terri of Housewives of Frederick County because they are also identical twins who hail from Maryland. WHAT??

3.  Dean from Mrs. Aok, A Work in Progess, because she is hilarious, and is one of the masterminds behind “That’s What She Said”, a great link-up

4. Jenny at The Unremarkable Files, because we love her take on motherhood!

5.  Arlett at Chasing Joy, because she is open, encouraging and really honest.

Here are Leslie’s questions for them!

1) If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?

2) Literary or movie character you most identify with and why?

3) What historical or fictional person most inspired your fashion style, either now, or at some other time in your life?

4) What’s the last book you read? Did you enjoy it? Why or why not?

5) Tell about a time where going on faith made a difference, even if the facts of the situation said that might be crazy to do.

6) Reality TV: Guilty pleasure or just guilty…of being awful?

7) Describe a special talent you have (juggling, yodeling, doing tip calculations in your head).

8) Exercise: Pleasure, necessity or evil?

9) What’s your favorite word? (Doesn’t have to be in English)

10) Do you have any good friends either ten years your junior or senior? What have you learned from them?

The Spirituality of The Potty

by SweetMidlife

Hi! Lynne here.  I planned to write this when I got home from church this morning but the hand I hurt before I left has me waiting to be seen at  Urgent Care.  So I am writing this on my phone mostly with one hand. This won’t be long.

But it mentions poop.  So stop reading if you don’t want to read about that. But I do have a point.

We are potty training my son, and  he’s doing wonderfully. When he has to go, umm #1, he runs from wherever he is and yells “Pee!”, goes into the bathroom,  and earns the jelly beans we give him for his success. There have been a few accidents but he’s mostly got it.

But. …

I said “butt”. Haha.


He hasn’t gotten the hang of pooping on the potty yet. We ask if he needs to go, and he says he doesn’t,  but we will find him quietly grunting in a corner, or we will smell something unsavory.

“Did you poop?”, we ask.

“Yeah”,  he will say, looking down slightly.

“When you have to poop, you should say ‘Mommy, I have to poop.”

“Mommy, have poop.”

“You’re supposed to say it BEFORE.”

He smiles. Goes back to his toys.

I have been doing a lot more laundry and doing a lot of wiping and clothes changing. But we’re not going back to diapers because he’s doing better than he was. I have been told that pooping is a different function than peeing and that it takes longer for him to figure that part out. So we go forward, risking wetness,  because he will get it. We are finding patience.

And I thought about how some of us grown up  people are starting new habits and changing old ones. And we aren’t where we want to be yet because it’s not natural for us yet. So we might slip up. But to give up and just go back to where we were isn’t going to work either. See, God knows you and he sees your heart. Love is patient, love is kind. That’s God. He knows you are trying.  So I ask you to give yourself a break if  it’s hard. Change is. But keep going. Have a jelly bean.  You will get there.

You can never go here too many times.

Cleaning Makes You Sing Songs

by SweetMidlife

Hi! It’s Lynne! My husband and I did some cleaning today, and our biggest hurdles were the piles of junk next to our bed. Things get piled and forgotten, and that couldn’t go on anymore, so we went for it and tidied up. And I felt a song coming on. So, with apologies to Rodgers, Hammerstein, and Dame Julie Andrews here is….

Some Things On My Floor

Dollars in purses
Receipts found in pockets
Scripts and sheet music
A long-forgot locket
Christmas cards from last year (and the year before)
These are some things in the pile on my floor


Still valid gift cards
Some crumbs that look scary
Discs from Color Me Badd, Mariah Carey
Mismatched flip-flops blocking the closet door
These are some things that I found on the floor


When the junk crowds
And the dust stings
And I’m feeling sad
I simply start cleaning that pile on the floor
And then I don’t feel so bad


The Path to Daring

by SweetMidlife

Hi! Lynne here! We have been taking part in this blogging thing called “That’s What She Said”, where they post a different quote by a different influential woman. This week’s quote is by Oprah, queen of many things, and here is what she said..

Okay, my first thought was, “How cool is that? We should be daring every day! Break out of your mold! Thanks, Oprah!”

Then my second thought was, “Wait, you said TODAY? I don’t have time for daring today. I can do ‘reasonable effort’, but I don’t know where I will fit ‘daring’ in.”

Sure, I have dreams, and big plans, like that play that I wrote that I need to get produced, or growing my blog, or to clean my whole house from top to bottom, and have a functional office that is so uncluttered I can sit down in it and work. Those are things that I aspire to. But I can also be a procrastinator who can spend so much time planning my big thing, that I am tired by the time it is time to actually DO it.

So for me, “daring” will be in steps. Like calling people to get together and read through my play so I can see if it is actually any good, and I can talk to the friend who is redesigning our blog and get input from him, and I can clean the downstairs bathroom, and I can start clearing things off of my desk so I can actually see that there is a desk there.

Sometimes “daring” can be one big effort. Sometimes it is made up of sure, steady, small steps in the right direction. Small, maybe. But steady.

Mom question: What won’t you eat after your kid?

by SweetMidlife
Would you eat this after your toddler? I did!

Would you eat this after your toddler? I did!

This is Leslie, and like my sister, and a lot of you, I live with a small person with no jobs, bad table manners and a demented joy in painting in his own food. Because he is developing his own palate, there are some things that he loves to eat over and over again, like bananas and yogurt, some things he likes most of the time, like small pieces of hamburger, greens and noodles, and stuff he turns on fickle-like, takes out of his mouth and drops on the floor like “How dare you even?”

A lot of the time, the food left over is not in a state where I’d ever consider eating it – Toddler is teething and he’s a drool monster, so sometimes his cups and plates and forks are a river of yuck. No yummy. But sometimes, as in the case of the above banana, or when he’s eating off my plate and there’s enough left that doesn’t have drool on it…well, I’m still hungry if he’s not.

So my question is…what can you not go for (no can do) when it comes to eating after your kids? Can you eat anything for love but you won’t do that? What is too gross for you?

Look At This Thing Tuesday: Big Boys Sleep In Their Own Beds

by SweetMidlife

Hi! Lynne here. This is “Look At This Thing Tuesday”, where we show you cool products and such that we want to tell you about. Today, we are reviewing a children’s book called “Big Boys Sleep In Their Own Beds”. 

A few weeks ago, I reviewed an e-book called “Momma, Don’t You Worry”, which is about a little boy asserting his independence by wandering away from his mom in stores. Not cool. Not cool at all, kid. But because I have a toddler, I have a front row seat to that kind of gumption. Being a big kid now must be in the air, because we were given an e-book to review about another kid showing his self-sufficiency in everything but one area.

Tommy, the big boy in the title of Ayala Saar’s “Big Boys Sleep In Their Own Beds”, is 3 years-old, and boasts of all the things he can do on his own. He can comb his hair, and go to school, and even helps with the dishes. But all of his grown-up-ness gets called in to question when he has a bad dream one night, and decides to go crash in his parents’ bed. His parents don’t really want a roommate, so they come up with several ways to give Tommy the confidence and reinforcement that he needs to sleep in his own room.

I thought that this was a really cute book. Our son has been sleeping in his own room since he was about a month old, and the few times that we have brought him into bed with us, it has ended in him climbing on us and a tangle of elbows and knees and one of us eventually either taking him back to his room, or us getting up and starting breakfast because the sleep ship has sailed. Because of that, I see the merits of convincing little ones to go back to their beds, in the most comforting way possible, and the way that Tommy’s parents in the book handle it is really loving. Now, if you are a proponent of co-sleeping, this book might not fit into your philosophy, since your bed is the family bed, which means that it’s your kid’s bed, too. That being said, though, I think that this book would be a great help in giving your child the self-confidence to sleep alone, if that is what you are going for. It is a sweet book and a quick read, and you can find it here on Amazon. 

Disclosure:We were given a free copy of the book for review purposes, but the thoughts and opinions are my own.  Reference ID: pm28f7241796510e838db4a1384ae1279d

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