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Category Archives: greatest hits : confessions
handmade walls : an ebook by the handmade home
Howdy, lovelies! Well, we can’t decide yet if we should (a.) be jumping up and down like a couple of scary delirious people who just won that grand prize on ‘The Price is Right’
moty + the time I swallowed my foot.
We had a blast at Walt Disney World. One of my good friends recently said that you can’t say you’ve …
the one where I almost died fighting off a roach
subtitle: …and did a real life spazoid dance. Much to my dismay, I was finding some around the house. They …
fruit stripes + booby trapped toilets = tetanus filled fun!
I wish I could’ve had a do over of that day. But she had to go to the bathroom. Bad. …
buttons, nozzles and slots, oh my!
An oldie but goodie: somewhat revamped for relevancy…Circa October 2007… YES. I AM unabashedly recycling today, because chances are, none …
a confession involving an involuntary shout out to the lady parts. {whoops.}
I read somewhere, probably in paranoia parent’s magazine, or some raise-your-children-right-so-they-don’t-grow-up-to-be-complete-psychopaths-book, that you, as the parent, are expected to refer to …
the facts of life : special edition by the mills hooligans
preface: I’m totally building a kitchen for the kids this christmas, as their gift from US. I’m sick of santa …
the sunday morning peep show
I was wearing this lil number the other day for church. And I looked just like her. In fact, BETTER. …
that’s not chocolate.
We scored a family-wide nap on Sunday afternoon. PURE. BLISS, I tell you. I NEVER get naps anymore. I try …
lost swim trunks, mommy wisdom on the fly, and massive choking hazards on sticks
Confession: I had a total meltdown the other day. I was on my way out the door. At least I …
death by minivan
The day we purchased our minivan, I think a small piece of me died on the inside. That small, remaining, …
charlotte’s babies spring a surprise attack
So, this whole furniture thing is breaking me in nicely. It’s making me tough. As in, I-think-I-sprouted-a-chest-hair-even-though-I’ve-never-even-mowed-a-lawn-in-my-life-and-now-sport-an-anchor-tat, after-consuming-an-entire-plate-of-raw-spinach, don’t-mess-with-me-I-have-muscles, tough. …
that lansinoh crap stains your clothes and breastfeeding bras are NOT sexy.
I’ve been MIA for a couple of weeks. I know. I know. You totally missed me. Or not. And in …
craigslist scammers rile me all kinds of up.
Lately, I’ve been selling some old stuff on Craigslist. It’s kind of like a garage sale without half of the …
3 unabashedly/borderline horrible confessions of a slackaholic mom
1. Sometimes* I sleep in.** And by sleeping in, I mean lie-in-the-bed-til-eight-o’-clock-while- I-let-Jamin-handle-Aiden-and-Emerson-sleeping-in. Pause: Before the angry mobs of early …
