Janelle Hanchett

I am a woman. Thirty-one years old with three children: Ava, 9, Rocket, 5, and Georgia, 6 months. I am married to Mac, my best friend and partner in crime for the last 10 years. We are an erratic offbeat family with big ideas and inevitably poor execution. We like to go to the beach on a whim, even though it's 2 hours away. We take our kids to bluegrass festivals and dance dance dance. We like rock and roll. Sometimes our boy wears pink. Sometimes I yell and scream and act like a really bad mom. Sometimes I'm freaking great. We're just a family.

Web Site: http://www.renegademothering.com


Imagine if all the people tried not to be dicks

Jul 19, 2014
Imagine if all the people tried not to be dicks

So the other day I was at Costco. For our overseas readers, Costco is grocery store on steroids. Everything in is it huge, bulk, wonderful. I love Costco. It’s very American. I shop there often because my family somehow manages to consume like 3 loaves of bread and 2 gallons of milk a week, even...

37 reasons I’m having trouble “embracing the moment”

Jul 10, 2014
37 reasons I’m having trouble “embracing the moment”

Sometimes I complain about motherhood. Shocking, I know. And every time I do, somebody somewhere somehow gives me the same sage advice: Enjoy it before it’s over. Live in the now. Soak it up. EMBRACE IT. And generally speaking, my urge is the same. I basically want to punch them in the face. Not because...

A letter to my newborn, while I’m still a damn near perfect mom

Jun 25, 2014
A letter to my newborn, while I’m still a damn near perfect mom

Dear Arlo, I was looking at you today and thinking about how right now, today, the day you turn 3 weeks old, I’m a damn near perfect mother to you. I think this is why I love, crave, the newborn stage. Maybe it’s just biology, evolution. But for me, personally, I think it’s more,...

Welcome to our world, Arlo

Jun 12, 2014
Welcome to our world, Arlo

If there is one cosmic message I seem to receive more than any other, it’s this one: “You are not in charge of this rodeo, Janelle.” (So sit back, asshole, and enjoy the ride.) I wanted to have a May baby. I really, really wanted a May baby. My husband was off work for...

39 weeks pregnant…and crazy happened

May 30, 2014
39 weeks pregnant…and crazy happened

The other day, I looked in the mirror as I was getting in the shower and I saw myself, 39 weeks pregnant, huge and round. I saw breasts nearly resting on an enormous belly. I saw the stripes racing down its curve. I saw the layer of fat beneath the belly, the hips. I saw...

The No-Bullshit, No-Drama Friendship Manifesto

May 15, 2014
The No-Bullshit, No-Drama Friendship Manifesto

I think mothers need a no-bullshit friendship manifesto. That way, we can go into new relationships knowing we’re in agreement on a few critical factors, thereby avoiding the awkward situation in which you realize one person is into drama and the other isn’t. I’m never into the drama. I think I’m too old. Or...

I’ve summarized (in 2 sentences or less) every Mother’s Day post ever written so you don’t have to read them. You’re welcome.

May 8, 2014
I’ve summarized (in 2 sentences or less) every Mother’s Day post ever written so you don’t have to read them. You’re welcome.

Do you ever get tired of reading the same damn thing every “holiday?” Yeah, neither do I. I enjoy it. In fact, I enjoy it so much I’ve taken time out of my “busy mommy life(!)” (I just gagged) to read every single blog post and article ever written near, on or about Mother’s...

Oh, Heyyyyyy, 36 weeks…and yes, they threw me a baby sprinkle.

May 4, 2014
Oh, Heyyyyyy, 36 weeks…and yes, they threw me a baby sprinkle.

I’m 36 weeks pregnant. Today. I have a few thoughts. But first, did I mention they threw me a “baby sprinkle?” Yes, yes. Proof. (MacDonald is my married name): You see, this is what you get when you talk mad shit about baby sprinkles on your blog then get pregnant. It was supposed to...

Hey world. I’m pregnant, not broken.

Apr 26, 2014
Hey world. I’m pregnant, not broken.

Hey world. Check it out. I am not sick, disabled, handicapped or broken. I am pregnant. I am not frail, fragile, needy or excessively dependent. I am pregnant. I am not incapable, incapacitated or inept. I AM FUCKING PREGNANT.   I’m not a rare flower. I am not delicate.  I am not a princess. I...

When did we decide kids shouldn’t suffer?

Apr 12, 2014
When did we decide kids shouldn’t suffer?

You know what I realized recently? My kids aren’t suffering enough. Oh, come on. I don’t mean like that. Not suffering abuse or neglect or whatever. Get your head out of the gutter. I’m talking about healthy suffering. Toil. Good ol’ fashioned WORK. I’m talking about discomfort, doing things repeatedly that are physically, mentally...

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