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Carrie BLEVINS
Favorite healthy treat: A bowl of strawberries and blueberries.
Favorite not-so-healthy treat: Chocolate ice cream with hot fudge and melted peanut butter. Eat your vegetables: My kids love carrots; I do not think they realize carrots are a vegetable. Green beans are also great because they consider that a finger food.
My stress buster: Going for a jog can change my entire outlook on a situation. Being in nature, having a little sunlight, and allowing my brain to release some much-needed serotonin alleviates a lot of stress.
Favorite mommy moment: Any moment when one of my children does or learns something for the first time. The look of wonder, excitement, and pride on their face is priceless.
BWorst mommy moment: Any time one of my children has her feelings hurt. With a scraped knee, all my child needs is a Band-Aid and a kiss. However, when another child says something hurtful, it really breaks my heart.
Guilty pleasure: A cheesy Lifetime drama that my husband would call “completely predictable” is at the top of my list.
Go-to stress food: Ice cream! Memorable mommy advice: My mom used to tell me to “let it go.” It’s easy to get stressed out with a busy schedule. Trying to balance work, kids, home, and still have enough time for my husband and myself are hard sometimes. I have to learn to let some things go and try to focus on what is most important in the moment.
Best mommy trick: My children are ages 5, 3, and 1, so all I have to do is ask my children not to do something and nine times out of 10 it is done pretty quickly. I’m sure that will not work in a few years.
Oh baby!: My husband and I were flying with our first baby for the first time, and she needed a diaper change. My husband was trying his best to help me get her diaper off, which cast a stench all the way to the front of the plane. He inadvertently swiped my arm and shirt with the dirty diaper. It was a stinky mess, and for the first time, I realized we were those people — the ones who should have driven in a car …. alone.