So, what do you do when you and your friend take 5 kids to the mall all under the age of 5? You just roll with it. Nothing else you can do. Kids don’t like to shop, they don’t like to stand still, they don’t like to be quiet or get out of the way.… Continue reading The Stink Eye
Kids say the weirdest things. This morning my daughter told me to stop feeding the baby because his belly looks like “Mr. Ginch” (Mr. Grinch from Dr. Seuss) and that I needed to “close the door” on my nursing bra. When I began to laugh at her, she told me that I was out of… Continue reading The Things Our Kids Say…
A friend and I took our kids to a tulip farm yesterday to pick flowers. Besides the fact that this place can easily bankrupt a person if not careful, we had a great time. We also learned that my oldest is not a fan of boys and was not having a problem letting them know.… Continue reading Beautiful
I enjoy working out. I have an Instagram account and started looking up hashtags that had to do with working out for inspiration and to get pointers, that sort of thing. Well, here is my issue… The ridiculous pictures! Since when do I have to be “sexy” to be into fitness. What happened? How come… Continue reading Let’s Workout!
“Stop touching your sister…” “Stop chasing her!” “Stop bugging each other!” Seriously! My 2 daughters live for tormenting each other. It’s driving me nuts. These kids can’t be alone with each other for more than a few minutes without someone screaming or crying or running to me and telling on the other. My new philosophy… Continue reading Stop Touching your Sister!
My daughter can spot a caterpillar from a mile away. She can’t see anything in front of her face, but a caterpillar that has blended itself into its surroundings, she on it. This makes my husband and I cringe. Reason being, she tends to kill them. My husband and I try hard to sneak them… Continue reading Bugs and Cats
I had 2 older sisters growing up. There was a large age gap, so basically, I was an only child for many years. My sisters tell me often that I was spoiled. Maybe I was. My parents were a little older when they had me, more established in their careers, and it was kind of… Continue reading Spoiled