Kat Cornetta
Kat grew up as a sports fan in Rochester, NY. She moved to Boston to earn a graduate degree in education. While working towards her Master’s and establishing her higher education administration career, she blogged about her love of sports. Somehow that blogging turned into a part-time writing career, including a six year stint writing for the Boston Herald's sports department.
After having a son in 2016, Kat is attempting to balance a full-time job in education with her writing dream and motherhood. She loves coffee, cats and 1990s NFL quarterbacks. She dislikes chewing gum, high shelves and baby pajamas that snap instead of zipper. You can read her work at sportsgirlkat.com
My Preschooler Thinks He’s British
“Mommy! Mommy! MOMMMY!!!”
“Coming!” I run up the stairs, wondering what trouble my preschooler has managed to get himself into after I tucked him in bed.
I poke my head into his room to find him...
Starting Early Intervention During a Pandemic
The two months leading up to the widespread stay-at-home advisories were a blur. I was working two jobs, with increased hours at both. It had been a hectic and chaotic start of the spring...
Things My Kids Have Done on Zoom
When work-from-home life began in March, the first thing my new 3- and 1-year-old co-workers were trained on was Zoom.
With everyone now working remotely — but everyone needing to see each other (partly because...
There Is No Playbook
They were taking it hour by hour, trying to figure out what the next move was that would keep us safe. Now I know what they must have felt. And while I don’t have a pandemic playbook, I do have the knowledge that if I take each step with my children’s safety and wellness in mind, I’ll be doing the best I can.
I Didn’t Lose Friends — I Gained Friendships
Sure, I lost friends. People faded away who thought they didn’t have anything in common with me anymore. That makes no sense, because what I love and who I am didn’t completely change. I still love sports and tell long-winded stories. I still drink too much coffee and laugh awkwardly. I am still me, just with kids added. The loss of those people from my life didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, because what I lost in quantity of friends, I gained in quality of friendships.
No One Told Me Parenthood Would Come With Eye Injuries
Parenthood grants you a lot of gifts. Hugs. Little voices saying, “I love you, Mommy.” Gobs of handprint crafts.
And eye injuries.
I write this post with one eye covered with an eye patch, looking like...
So Your Child Is Obsessed With Thomas and Friends
If you are new to these toys and this world of Thomas and Friends, here are some tips my obsessive-research side has compiled over the course of my son's total Thomas fandom.
Four Tips for Taking Your Kids to a Patriots Game (or Any NFL Game)
Taking a kid, no matter how football obsessed, to an NFL game, is an investment. Given the cost of tickets, the distance to most stadiums, and the sheer size of the event, you can’t wing it. I didn’t attend my first NFL game until my 17th birthday. Good news: Your children don’t have to wait as long as I did. Here are some tips for anyone hoping to bring their kids to a New England Patriots or any other NFL game.
Why I Can’t Become a #CricutMom
Still, I would love to join the ranks of the #CricutMoms, if only to bring back those feelings of making puff paint T-shirts. But the thought of buying a $250 machine that I might use once or twice and then never use again has brought that dream to a halt. Until I can convince myself that I will use one enough to not let it gather dust, I'll support moms who run side hustles with their Cricut when I need a custom onesie or coffee mug. It is mildly disappointing to not to be among their ranks, but I'll just tell myself I'm lifting other women up while not adding to my list of failed crafts. It's a win-win.
How Boston’s Commute Problems Are Impacting Moms
Even with that resolve, there’s a breaking point you reach every few weeks when your train is late again, and you know you won’t get home now until after 7 p.m. again, and your youngest — and probably last baby — has reached some milestone that daycare got to see first again, and you either get angry or start crying or both. It’s rough.
Everything I Learned in Life I Learned at a Dance Recital
Years of that type of preparation taught me well. I’m that person who always has a bobby pin, safety pin, Shout wipe, lipstick, and seven pens in her bag. At work, I stash an extra pair of pantyhose in my office. And I always have a backup for any piece of equipment I have to set up that day. It all stems from those dance recital days, where you might not touch that extra, but it felt good to know it was there if you needed it.
Sorry, Budgeters, This Mom Needs Her Coffee
"I kept reading every piece of financial advice I could find, looking for something else we could cut. One item kept popping up — coffee. 'Cut your daily cup of coffee!' 'Make your own!' 'Use your office’s coffee machine!' implored bloggers galore. That’s going to be a big, huge no from me."
4 Things to Do in Boston When Winter Just Won’t End
At this point in the Boston winter, it feels like the season will never, ever end. Tons of area museums, libraries, and organizations break out their best activities for February break, but what are you supposed to do in the wintertime that remains after break? It’s still cold, it’s still doing who knows what precipitation-wise, and you might get even more bored than you were before. Don’t fret — here are four ideas of things to do in the Boston area that will break up the late winter boredom beyond February break.
Pump It Up :: Tips and Tricks for Exclusively Pumping
When I made the decision to exclusively pump with my first son, I struggled to find information, tips, and tricks. I did a lot of things wrong. My second time around, I not only had my own struggles to build upon, but a growing number of resources online and more lactation consultants informed about its best practices. Here's what I have learned from two exclusive-pumping journeys.
How to Clean Up After a Busy Toddler When You Rent
Instead of putting away his crayons, he had a navy blue crayon in his hand and was drawing on the wall. So what happens when the messes of toddlerhood meet the realities of renting?