The cookies you are about to see are not intended for your grandma’s consumption. Nor are they intended for your 5 year old’s lunch box. Any resemblance to actual curves or derrières or bosoms, living or dead, is by no way coincidental. These sugar-infused representations of actual body parts were crafted “purely” for the purpose of bridal shower enjoyment. Or… Read More
Letting Myself Off the Hook
I am so enjoying life right now. Soaking in my little ones. Chillin’ with my man. Connecting with family and friends. Digging into some really interesting books {3 paragraphs at a time}. Purging my cupboards and the forgotten corners of my house and shipping boxes off to Goodwill. Occasionally trying new recipes – just because I want to, or sitting… Read More
Let’s Talk about Sex, Baby
Picture this… The kids are finally down and my sweet man walks through the door. It’s been a long day for him, but he’s finally home in his haven, so his guard drops, and he’s recharged…and there stands his woman. Halle-lujah! I, on the other hand, have been home in this ‘haven’ with the kids all day. I smell like… Read More
‘Tis the Season…
…to eat obscene quantities of apples, apple-inspired dishes, to throw left-over apple cider into pancake batter, and get the low-down on gettin’ cozy between the sheets. Okay. So there is no formal season for doing all this, it just so happens that this is what’s happening in my house right now. The hot topics on my mind: apples and intimacy. … Read More
The Pierced Bean, An Escape & Other Such Nonsense
Meet Bean. The Rockstar. Sporting jeans, a tutu, and cowboy boots, and rocking the glittered hair, tattooed arm and pierced nose, she was quite the sight to see, riding along on her preschool “Little Rockstars” parade float. She rocked! And I was one proud mama. Speaking of piercings and pride, miss Bean got her little earlobes pierced on Saturday. … Read More
What Really Matters
“I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.” “I choose to risk my significance; to live so… Read More
My Baby Daddy: A Tribute
“The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother” ~ Rev. Theodore Hesburgh My husband, and best friend…their daddy, and hero. I overhear them in the garage. He is guiding the little boy whose lips might possibly be the most kissable in all the world – in how to hit the nail just… Read More
Hot Diggity Dog, He’s 30!
This is him, folks {the one not wearing sporty-monkey pants, although I’m pretty crazy about him too) Oh, how I adore this guy! My sweet babe. My funny boy. My strong man. The one whom my soul loves, my heart adores, my flesh delights in. The one who is able to see past my unshowered, food-splattered, constant-yoga-pant-enclad, stretch-marked self…and see… Read More
The Choices I Get To Make
I get to choose daily what type of attitude I “clothe” myself with. I get to choose whether I see my cup as half empty or half full {on the days that my proverbial cup doth not runneth over}. And get this: I even get to choose the “climate” of my home. Wow. What a reality check. What a great… Read More
The Birds and The Bees…and Some Little Apple Seeds
While my hubby and I love talking to couples about the {regrettably under-talked about, within-the-context-of-the-Christian-community} topic of sex, and the undeniably crucial role it plays within a healthy marriage…we really didn’t know how – or when – to broach the subject with our kids. We actually look forward to having “the talk” with them when they’re older, to… Read More
Balsamic Glaze, Walmart & the Epiphany {oh my}
I just returned from a date with this hunk of scrumptious man tonight. It was most glorious. We talked about life. expectations. disappointments. Work. kids. sex. marriage. How much we loved the balsamic glaze. Friends. The power of prayer. Our future. Laundry. And how domestically inept I am. How thankful we are for each other. And then we brainstormed how… Read More
Through Thick and Thin, in Sickness and in Health…
Warning: this is not for the faint of gut It has been a rough few days over here at our crib. My sweet man became violently ill yesterday morning, bodily fluids shooting from every possible orifice. This virus wrecked him so completely that he found himself crawling back to bed, muscles locking, head pounding, body screaming, nearly passing out on… Read More
