Why might my son be looking at me in this sheepish fashion, you wonder? Because I found him perched on one of our ridiculously high dining chairs, playing merrily at our intentionally-too-high-for-the-children-to-ransack dining table… with his sister’s paint bottles {visible above, clutched tightly in little fists}. I believe I have a whole new world of male toddler-proofing to do.
Fam-damily
I’ve spent the past 4 days just soaking up time with my precious family. Making memories. Our house has been filled to the brim with love… laughter…woodstove warmth… Mexican hot chocolate on snowy days… Delicious moments with my sweet man. Having a hubby to snuggle into bed with becomes a treasured delight when it only happens a couple of times… Read More
A Whole Lot of Nothing Much
We’ve been busy around here: I have, for the second time in my short life {okay fine…for the 2nd time in 3 short months}, deleted everything on our DVR. Every.single.thing.gone. Just because I was trying to delete a single episode of Dinner: Impossible. It’s a good thing my husband really loves me {and forgives quickly}. But seeing this is a… Read More
The Mother Load
Remember this little helper? Well, he’s back…and he’s cleaner & drier than ever! Yes, he’s all mine. No, you may not borrow my dryer ball. Er, I mean…boy.
Two Words
Trader Joe’s. Dark Chocolate. Powerberry madness. Yum yum. Oh my giddy aunt! Yes, I know…that’s 4 words. Give a sugar-lovin’ lass some grace…I ate (almost) no sugar for 100 days! And my brain still works. In fact…and I hate to admit this…it works better. I think. I lost 11 pounds. And am going to try my darndest to not reacquaint… Read More
Life over Cheerios
I love my mornings with Cricket. My hubby tumbles into bed somewhere between 6:30 and 8:00. Yes, that would be ‘am’. Cricket stirs between 7:30 and 8:00. Bug, usually between 9:00 and 9:30. That leaves me with plenty of time with my sweet girl. She climbs into bed with me, or us – depending on the morning – and snuggles… Read More
Open Mouth, Insert Foot {and other Burnt Offerings}
I like feet. Little ones, to be exact. Especially when stocking covered or cowgirl boot clad, and in mid swing. That’s when I love feet. {and thus, I become said foot photographer} But my feet. They’re a whole ‘nother story. You see, I have this adorable pair of ribbon-covered ballet flats that I acquired on super clearance at Target {which… Read More
Looking Ahead: The {not so} Nutshell Version
I interrupt your regularly scheduled post to bring you this scintillating collection of “what’s on the horizon” blips from my oh-so-exciting life: * I have discovered 2 interesting things about myself over the past 86 days. 1. I function well under strict food “law”… Some sugar = never works. After all, “some” is relative. No sugar whatsoever =… Read More
It’s Not Wrong…It’s Just Long {ENSJ}
My husband and I have a mantra: “it’s not wrong…it’s just different”. We picked up the phrase {as it pertains to marriage} while taking the Love & Respect course years ago. I then adopted it as my mom-tra as I began to see how, even played out in my own life, our differences {in parenting choices and “mommy-style”} could stir… Read More
Confessions of a {Crabby} Mom
There are days that I would much rather hide under the covers than emerge, and most certainly not as a friendly, perky mom. Or even a semi alert one. I’d rather stay in bed. Maybe sleep for 3 days. And get back with ya later, kid. Sometimes the thought of another day, especially if it even mildly resembles the one… Read More
I Ate A Kit Kat
{begin mindless fodder} There. I said it. I did it. I broke my sugar “boycott”. 70 days without sweets {minus my single, carefree anniversary cookie}, with about 30 more to go, and then this…a kit kat, in all it’s chocolate-coated-wafery goodness. I also haven’t shaved my legs for 2 weeks, just in case you wanted to know. {Sorry. You didn’t.}… Read More
Just Look At These Faces…
What’s not to love? {and it’s a wrap}
