Jessie Weaver
I am a stay-at-home mom to four kids (ages 11, 9, 7, and 3) - as well as a freelance writer and editor. We live on campus at Baylor School, where my husband teaches. After living in Ohio, Indiana, and Virginia, Tennessee is home and has been for 15+ years. I do some freelance writing and editing when I am not chasing the preschooler, keeping my 7-year-old from climbing the curtains, listening to my 9-year-old talk about Minecraft, or buying way too much (SALE!) clothing for my 11-year-old daughter.
Why I Hate the GoodReads Awards (and MY Favorite Books of 2021)
Every year the GoodReads awards roll around in November and I start to practice clamping my mouth shut to keep from giving everyone I know an earful about them.
Because one, most people don't care....
I’m Going to Have a Teenager for the Next 15 Years
Having a math teacher as a husband can have its definite advantages; I'm never expected to help with 7th grade math homework, for example. (In fact, because math has changed so much since we...
Applying for Magnet Schools in Hamilton County (2022-2023 School Year)
So, y’all, we won the lottery.
No, not the millions of dollars kind. (Sadly.) But a few years ago, when my oldest child was in preschool, we won the lottery with the number 23. It...
Decide Once on Birthday Party Gifts
I have four kids. And you know what comes with four kids? Lots of birthday party invitations.
I'm delighted when my kids are invited to celebrate with their friends, but as a parent it can...
The Best Bento Lunchboxes for Each Age
I'll be the first to admit I was a lot "crunchier" when my older kids were small. Through the years, I've lightened up a lot, although I still tend toward zinc sunscreens and avoid...
Old Adults Can Read Young Adult Books, Too
While I am not sure I can classify myself as an "old adult," I am rounding the corner to 40 now. I'm a mom of four kids ranging from 12 to four; I'm a...
Please Stop Asking Me to Excuse Your Mess
I know you've seen it. So many times. We share a picture, and then we say:
Excuse my mess.
Excuse the dirty dishes.
Excuse the child in the background.
Ignore my mismatched clothes.
Please...
My Kids Aren’t Little Anymore
This Monday after Mother's Day, TimeHop decided to play a cruel joke on me.
Apparently six years ago and one year ago, Mother's Day fell on May 10, and of course I shared about it...
Diversity Is Important, Even in Elementary School
A few weeks ago, my 12-year-old daughter confessed to me in the car that she had been in the counselor’s office with a friend of hers because she hurt said friend’s feelings. My daughter has...
Baking Is My Therapy
I have clinical depression. It stinks. It's especially not fun during a global pandemic, when I can't really see my friends much, go to church or the gym, and have kids running around my...
