"I'm not from Omaha..." Fill in the blank. After that statement, anything could follow. I could say, So I don't know what schools are considered good or bad. Or maybe, I didn't …
"I'm not from Omaha..." Fill in the blank. After that statement, anything could follow. I could say, So I don't know what schools are considered good or bad. Or maybe, I didn't …
"Does he ever cry?" One of the childcare staff at the gym asked me the other day as she held H. If you would have told me after my first and second …
I was an active person, before kids. I mean, I played sports in high school. Okay... I went out for sports in high school and legitimately played tennis. And I played …
In any given week, I have to wash, what feels like 64 loads, of their crusty, sweaty, painty, boy-worn clothes. I have to change endless amounts of diapers. Filled with poop. …
Okay, people. Can we just have a little chat? A little Saturday morning coffee talk? Grab your coffee, Diet Coke {you know that's what I'm rockin'}, Tea, or whatever suits …
It's been a bit of a week around these parts. I don't mean to be dramatic, here. Okay, who am I kidding, I mean to be a little dramatic. But we've …
When he was thirty-two weeks and one day in... the morning looked like this... Thirty-two weeks and one day ago, by dusk, our life looked like this... And now, here we are. …
MSPI. Hello old friend. Wait. Not friend. Not friend at all, in fact. I mean, you should be a friend by now, we've spent enough time together. But I don't …
"I have really got this mom-to-one thing down. I suppose it was time considering I now am a mother-to-three," I bragged to my sister the other day. And then again …
Happy Friday, friends! I am writing over at Her View From Home today about the emotional roller coaster that is moi. Because while I rarely get mad... I am a …