I have a crush. A chevron crush. And not the Chevron of the corner gas station variety. Rather, that sassy geometric pattern that’s been seen gracing everything from rugs to my newest Lilly dress. So last week I drew up a template, threw on some lipstick (because I knew it would go over better if… Read More
I’ve long been a subscriber to the theory that bad things come in threes, and I’m now convinced that strange happenings must follow the same eerie edict after three occurrences in three weeks… Malicious Mail So I’m bee-bopping along as I do on most days, happily chatting away to bestie N on the phone while… Read More
Okay, so I’m kind of stifling my laughter over here as I, once again, consider the topic of pajama jeans. Remember my night out with bestie F and the five things I deemed you need to know? Well, last night besties C, S and I headed out to celebrate her birthday in our traditional fashion… Read More
Cookie, formerly knows as “the best baby in the world”, has recently (and temporarily) been demoted to just “baby.” That little stinker has not only been into everything, but has developed quite a dramatic, strong willed personality to boot. Here is my supporting documentation for the baby’s demotion: Climbing out of crib I’m not sure… Read More
Today started as most days do around here…Honey tiptoes around the house getting ready for work while I quietly lie in bed savoring the last few minutes of peace and quiet until the littles rise. Once they awake, the game is on. I start diaper changing, teeth brushing, hair combing and dressing everyone for the… Read More
I hopped out of bed bright and early this morning to put together a special Groundhog Day breakfast treat for the littles. They were beyond excited to find hugs and kisses homemade waffles (in spite of what bestie S may believe, Bisquick IS totally homemade) and Groundhog hot cocoa when they ravenously raced down the… Read More
I intended to post these pictures days ago but was unnaturally busy after being snowed in for ten days. Well, that and the fact that three days of dancing Thriller with the kids (all wii owners of my “generation” simply must have the Michael Jackson Experience) left me sore from the rooter to the tooter.… Read More