Beth Wilkin-Waldmann

Beth Wilkin-Waldmann
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I’m a former TV news producer turned stay-at-home mom to my daughter Madeline and son Bennett. While I may stay at home, Madeline, Bennett and I are always on the go exploring Knoxville and making new friends. I'm a coffee addict, book lover, fashion-phile, occasional cook and bargain hunter. My guilty pleasures include Pinterest and bad reality TV. I believe a sense of humor is an essential survival skill. And--lucky me--my funny husband Andy always keeps me laughing. Follow me on Knoxville Moms as I chronicle this challenging and rewarding adventure we call motherhood!
Naptime DIY: Nature Box

Naptime DIY: Nature Box

I can hang a picture and do a preschool craft with the best of them, but tackling a DIY project? With a five-year-old and two-year-old at home, I don’t have the time, energy or...
I Can't Have Nice Things

I Can’t Have Nice Things

I heard the ceramic shattering on our hardwood floor. Before I could even see what happened I knew it was the sound of my favorite little flower pot breaking into a million pieces. I...
Dinner Defeat

Dinnertime Defeat

(Disclaimer: My children are sweet, smart and charming. I love them with all my heart, but the Witching Hour is a very real thing. My children -- and chances are yours -- are not...

What I Know Now

I didn’t bring over a casserole. I didn’t ask important questions like, “How is the baby sleeping at night? or “How are you sleeping at night?” I didn’t offer to make a grocery run...

How to Be a Wrap Star

I’ve been there, frantically stuffing tissue paper into a gift bag, and I’m no stranger to a stick-on bow either. Yet, when Christmas rolls around I step up my wrap game. Family and close...
‘Twas the July before Christmas

‘Twas the July Before Christmas

This is the story of my family’s very REAL encounter with Santa Claus. It was a hot July day and my four-year-old daughter Madeline, my 18-month-old son Bennett and I went to the playground...
Indoor Play Area Etiquette

Indoor Play Area Etiquette

My nearly two-year-old son was trembling and hiding behind my legs as blood-curdling screams echoed through the fast food play area. My four-year-old’s eyes were wide as she tried to figure out what was...