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Parenting and Cycle Breaking Often, when we talk about cycle breaking it can seem perhaps like we (us cycle breakers) are bragging or sharing all these details that so many other people could never imagine sharing. Never in a million years did I picture myself a parentless parent. One of
This blog is sponsored in partnership with Dynacraft Wheels, but reflects real opinions and support of The Undem Family Adventures. Growing up, I always enjoyed riding my bike and still love to spend time on a bike today! Carolynn loves spending time outside and staying active, and now that she’s
I know they say that time flies even faster as you become a mom but isn’t that the truth? When I watch my daughter grow up right before my eyes it’s incredible that she is already two and a half years old. Yesterday marked my husband’s 28th birthday and I
But what is a mother if not for a conductor, someone who orchestrates the lives of those in her family. But what is a mother but not for a healer, whose kisses can fix those places that hurt. But what is a mother if not for a baker, whose cookies
Growing up, our family always had big Easter baskets. There would be socks, books, toys, games, and lots and lots of candy. The Easter Bunny, of course, would always hide the Easter basket and we would spend time searching for our baskets. One time, my sister’s basket was even hidden
This blog is sponsored by JuJuBe. Although I have received compensation for this review, I truly love the product and only align myself with brands that I believe support my content pillars. When we leave the house, we love to know that we can fit everything that we need for
In order to tell you where The Undem Family Adventures started, I need to take you back to my childhood. Hi, my name is Lexie, and I’m the momma behind the blog and content creation for The Undem Family Adventures. I grew up the oldest daughter of a young mother
If my childhood walls could talk, they’d tell the story of fear. They’d tell the story of fights and harsh words, of broken-hearted kids and emotional manipulation. If my childhood walls could talk, they’d share the cycle of calm to violence, of shattered trust and unkept promises. If my childhood