That's what SHE said: one dad's mad Photoshopping skills, the dangers of too much screen time for kids, a stockpile of cheat sheets to use in the kitchen and much, much more...

Here are some things I read this week that made me think. (These are just snippets - click on the title to read the whole thing.)

This dad Photoshops his baby into hilariously unsafe situations. from Orli with Someecards Parenting

Stephen Crowley is a designer in Dublin with a very dark, very Dad sense of humor. On his Instagram, Crowley has Photoshopped a series of photos of his adorable daughter in scary situations. They're so well edited, they'll give you a heart attack.

Seven things I wish I'd known before my divorce: an optimistic guide to the future by Ariel with The Guardian

Lesson #1. Trip out on grief – it’s a hallucinogen

"Regardless of how your marriage ends, it’s a death. Maybe it’s a loving euthanasia that you both agree on, maybe it’s a violent one-sided decision that only one of you sees coming, but it’s a death regardless. This means both of you will go through grief – a powerful mind-altering substance.

In the darkest of my days, I felt like I was on a low dose of LSD at all times – time was weird, my vision was odd, I threw up for no reason, my emotions were out of control. Even eating was an intellectual exercise (chew, chew … swallow? Is that what you do next?). I generally felt like I was tripping.

This state of mind was profoundly uncomfortable, but also weirdly educational. Never a big crier, I received a crash course in what tear-induced catharsis felt like – and holy wow, it felt good. Like many mind-altering substances, there are lessons there if you want to learn them."

"A major turning point in the Tobacco Control movement was the discovery that second-hand smoke —the experience of non-smokers being in a closed space with smokers — was harmful. We are starting to notice that environments can also be polluted by others’ screens.

Research is starting to come out that any laptop use in a college class hurts academic performance for the whole class. Even those who themselves are not using laptops are distracted by those sitting near them.

When a screen is in view of children and parents, parents spend less time engaged in important learning activities such as reading and hands-on play with their children."

"Proof that cooking a little healthier can be pretty simple and damn tasty.

Turns out you’re not supposed to use olive oil for everything ever. Who knew? If you want a bit more information on why/how to use olive oil properly, read this."

For understanding how to choose which oil would actually work best for that thing you want to make.

“Your days are probably spent navigating the throes of keeping restless kids’ voices down and hands to themselves, while attempting to implement new, creative ideas to keep them engaged in learning. If you are a middle school or high school teacher, your challenges rise to the resistance of attitudes, peer pressure, and fierce independence with no accountability or respect.

I can only imagine how hard it is for you.

You may not see that the end is near over the mountains of work left to do...

But it is.

And I want to tell you that I am aware of what you do, and I am grateful for it all. What you manage on a day-to-day basis is no easy feat. Your role in my children’s lives has been profoundly important to their growth and education. You have fueled their desire to learn and inspired them to do their best. My children are better people for knowing you.”

Strengthening Sibling Relationships: An Easy Idea for Summer Vacation from Gabrielle at Design Mom

"A few years ago, as summer was approaching, I was concerned with some of the one-on-one relationships my children had with each other. I’m a mother of four and my biggest concern was that my oldest (8 going on 9 at the time) and my five-year-old had NO friendship. They often bickered and fought.

So I came up with a plan based on the well-known thought “you love those you serve” and created a schedule for my children to serve each other. It worked so well we have done it every summer since."

"It’s kind of irritating because we spend our hard earned money for her to stay in this sport. And I’m not going to keep her in something if she doesn’t like it. But she does like it, she just has her moments when “going to gymnastics” seems like a chore. And I can relate. Most times when I think about working out, I don’t want to do it. But once I do exercise, I feel fantastic afterward.

I’m not a pushy mom. I just know she’s a kid and often doesn’t want to do things. It’s my job as her mother to give her butt a little nudge in the right direction."

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Friday Finds

1. Literary Bookmarks Set of Six | Etsy 
2. Invisible Book Shelf | Urban Outfitters
3. Thank You Mom Book | Francesca's 
4. Agate Bookends | West Elm 
5. Personalized Bookplates Vintage Blue Bird | Etsy 
6. Little Library Shelf | Anthropologie 
7. My Mom: Her Stories. Her Words. | Land of Nod 
8. Brentwood Home Zuma Therapeutic Foam Bed Wedge Pillow | Amazon 
9. My Grandma: Her Stories. Her words. | Land of Nod 

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What I want you to know about the time I was sick and nobody understood me

What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s guest post was submitted by Brooke Whistance.

I met a friend’s colleague at her wedding and my friend had told me about her prior to our meeting. My friend’s brief on her was something inspirational for me and I wanted to talk to Mrs. Greene. I was thrilled with the idea when she allowed me to have an insight into her life and have let me write her story to educate the public. I have changed the names of the people so that their privacy is protected, however, the rest of the story remains intact.

There is a point in everyone’s life when all you want to do is just lie down in bed for a long rest and think of no one else but the pain that you are going through. Some days are good and some are bad. For me, that was the time when I was going through a rocky patch in my marriage and I had no one to talk to about how I was feeling. I had two kids, Paul, aged 7, and Amelia, aged 10, which meant that they were old enough to take care of themselves, or one would imagine.

My husband and I were both working full-time jobs. He was a brand manager at a local advertising company while I was a manager at a small restaurant. There were times when I would come home really late from work and then there were moments when he would show up at home later than 1:00 am when a campaign was starting up. We barely had time to talk let alone be intimate with each other. I could barely look after my children as well and trying to make everything right, I instead compromised on my health.

I became depressed, [underweight] and then got malnourished with my body lacking Vitamin A and C along with other minerals important to keep me healthy. Not only was my life really hard, but I was constantly being hammered by people close to me with their own opinions. Most would tell me to quit my job and concentrate on my kids. They never actually understood my perspective. I never listened to these advices, since my job wasn’t the one giving me these problems, my personal life was.

There were multiple occasions that I really wanted to quit one thing or the other, it was either my tumultuous marriage or the work, that I actually loved being at. It would let me be away from all the problems that were surrounding me and there I felt empowered, where I was doing something that was fruitful. I was good at my job and everyone always appreciated me, and barely anything could go wrong under watch. Yet somehow my family had the audacity to question my work life, instead of helping us with something substantial by assisting us in taking care of our kids or council us to make our marriage work.

Until the few months that it went on, I had never let my kids see me cry or break down out of exhaustion, but I was broken on the inside. There was a point until my body could take what it was going through, which is why I collapsed at work one day. This was a wake-up call for me and meant that I needed to use some of my work leave. All this time my husband had barely paid attention to my health, but that fainting incident made him realize what he was doing.

He made a nice gesture towards me and took a few days off from his work. It could not have been a better time for him to do so, as I was unwell and my son Paul was [down with a cold] as well. My husband made breakfast, lunch, and dinner for us while doing all other household chores. I was not supposed to even lift a finger to do any work according to him, while he took care of me and my family. I cherished every moment of it. After over a week, I had gotten slightly better and insisted that my husband would go back to his work, while I stayed and took care of my house and kids. Paul had gotten better within three days, so he was going to school along with his sister.

Despite me getting better and my life taking a turn for the better, there was still one thing that was bothering me, and that was my family’s opinions of my job. They were still adamant that I must take a permanent leave from work and shift to a whole routine of a stay at home mother. I had to argue my way out of those opinions, especially when they barely cared when I was unwell, and none of them offered to help me take care of my family or visited me more than once to see how I was doing. After after nearly 2 and half weeks of rest, I got back to my old work routine. But this time I made sure that I never stay too long and I could make time to spend with my family. My husband supported me and also made sure that he would reach home at an appropriate time, just enough for us to spend together and have proper rest.

I have become accustomed to that routine and so has my husband, and what’s more is that the people who were telling me that my job is a hindrance, are now using me as their idol for a lady who works and still manages her personal life so well. All I ask is the people who continue to [poke their noses] in other people’s businesses, and think they are benefiting others through it, must also be aware that the listener may not always be comfortable with their opinion. So they must be prepared to have their idea rejected and instead of making the listener do what the advisor is telling them, they should leave the decision on the people facing that problem.

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Our first in a series of conversations with sex education expert Leslie Dixon

Chatting with sex education expert Leslie Dixon about how and why to talk to your teens and tweens about sex and puberty. Give us your questions about having THE TALK and we will try to answer them!

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Instagram Roundup

A look back on how we spent the Easter holiday and other fun times from the week...

Our Easter baskets are always filled with books and pens. Mixed reviews on this tradition.

Easter bike ride to church

Decorating the cross with flowers for Easter

Happy Easter! (Thanks @modernechild for the girl's dresses. Boys' digs are from Old Navy and I'm wearing that Amazon dress I keep talking about and now own in 5 colors.

One more because we are all dressed up and looking at the camera which is another miracle of Easter.

Mapping out songs for our @beerandhymnssoc album!

Stoked to be a part of @31bits Mother's Day campaign. I love their jewelry, but even more, I love the way they empower moms globally, working with artisans in Uganda and Bali to make jewelry out of recycled paper and brass. If you are looking for a great Mother's Day gift, definitely check them out! #bitsmom #fashionforgood

Trying to stay humble in the midst of this accomplishment but just wanted to share this exciting feat of adulating: I fixed the clock on my stove by myself. #ifyoudreamityoucanachieveit

#TBT Jafta and his lifelong bestie. I just started the process of locking his hair again, and I forgot just how difficult it is in the beginning stages. He keeps asking me, "Why did you ever cut them off?" And I keep reminding him, "Because you made me!"

Our first layer in a rainbow cake for this girl's 8th birthday.

Gotta respect their dedication to honoring this very special day. 😂

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