Tori_Mompreneur

This is my first entry in 6+ months. I’ve been busy doing the same thing every other mompreneur has been doing, being with my family, trying to work (in my case start a new business as a portrait photographer) and keep everything together. Regardless of my varying degrees of success, life is great and my kids are a blast. My dear friend and college buddy, Super Mom, inspired this post...  Read more >

My girlfriend and I took our two dogs and my two girls for a walk in the woods. It was a gloriously warm, but crisp Fall day. When we returned home we all felt a little itchy… We quickly found a tick on my youngest daughter. (In fact, I feel itchy just thinking about it). Next thing I knew we were all taking off our pants in the driveway because each had about a half-dozen ticks, and many more on each of the two dogs! We decided not to pick the ticks off and just drop them onto the driveway because they would jump right back on us.  Read more >

My girls are 5 and 6 ½ years old.  I work full-time and sometimes think I must have the word “sucker” written in hot pink across my forehead (and that of course would be the only word my girls could read). I check in the mirror every day; I haven’t noticed the label on my forehead, it must be in my eyes though, because my children continually ask me for things that I should always say “no” to… When my family is having lots of fun playing a game after dinner and my girls want to play one more which would delay their bedtime  Read more >

Work Time +  Leisure Time = Weisure Time.* Weisure rhymes with seizure, and I hope that that will not be the result of this crazy lifestyle of weisure that we created for ourselves. Basically, “weisure” is the loss of distinction between our work and leisure time. As we have more work than ever to do (and the economy doesn’t help) in combination with the ever increasing capacity of technology, it has become easier than ever to let our work slide into our leisure time. Our oh so smart phones contain our link to the rest of the world  Read more >

I hear huffing, puffing, and growling. Did a wild bear break into our house and come into our bedroom. Oh yeah, there are no bears near where we live. Hmm, what could it be? More growls. I pull the covers up higher and roll cautiously towards where the noise is coming from; I carefully open only one eye in hopes of not being noticed by whatever gnarly creature is making such a racket. My husband is bigger than me, wouldn’t he make for a better midnight snack?  Read more >