Well, Labor Day is here. That dreaded end-of-summer holiday that not only signals the closing day of the pool, but also the last day for white pants, shorts, skirts, dresses, shoes and purses AND the retirement of linens and seersuckers. Boo. Hiss. But, before I get ahead of myself, I should share what was a… Read More
The littles were so excited to get a package in the mail from Mimi and Ampa! Inside were the cutest color decks that she made with paint chips, a hole punch and binder clips. Cookie was gaga over the Mickey colors and, let me assure you, these paint chips haven’t left his chubby clutches since… Read More
What do y’all call the crazy morning hair littles inevitably wake up with? Around these parts, and for as long as I can remember, we call it a “rats nest”. The culprit? Why, the the rats that run rampant in the night, making their nest in our hair. [In fact, this idea was so ingrained… Read More
This little Elmo fete presented quite the party throwing challenge for the gal who swore up and down she’d never ever have cartoon characters printed on her party goods. But when the PCP proclaimed, with the stomp of his right foot might I add, that he was having an Elmo party I was bound and… Read More
We looooove us some pizza around these parts. Last week while snacking on some Trader Joe’s eggplant curry (mmmmmm…) and garlic naan, I had the bright idea to turn the naan into mini personal pizzas! So a few days and one four pack of garlic naan later, we dined on perfectly portioned pizzas loaded up… Read More
Last weekend while Honey was out golfing, we braved the dreadfully humid day to relish in some BIG bubble fun! We toted our BIG bucket (used for everything from transporting gear to icing beer) out to the yard and mixed up a bubble solution to use with the wands I picked up in the dollar… Read More
After countless recommendations from numerous friends, I finally read Francine River’s Redeeming Love. On the road to Rosemary Beach earlier this summer, I kept my nose buried in that book for five and a half hours straight (well… except when we drove through the Southern charmer known as Eufala, Alabama). The novel is a masterful recount of the… Read More