Every now and then I find myself hunting down pictures of what life was like three years ago. I love to remember exactly what John looked like at Whit’s current age and I can hardly believe the blonde baby that was once a permanent fixture on my hip. It seems like yesterday and it seems… Read More
Have you seen this floating around? I laugh every time I think about it. The PCP was super proud of this castle tower. Somewhere between ages four and seven I guess they flip the switch from building to destroy to building to build. I spend a ridiculous amount of my day protecting his Lego creations… Read More
We just had Teacher Appreciation Week at the PCP’s school. The PTA does most of the leg work and coordinates something special each day. Thursday was “supply day” and each class presented their teacher with a basket of supplies and other items from the teacher’s wish list. A sweet mom in the PCP’s class went… Read More
The PCP “performed” in his first school concert since pre-K a couple of weeks back. The entire first grade came together to sing all sorts of songs about recycling. Of all things. It was surprisingly cute and well done, but it wasn’t the scripted parts of the show that had Honey and I snickering. Rather,… Read More
SPOILER ALET: Please tell me I’m not the only one that didn’t know the handsome and enviable Matthew was going to be killed off in the season finale of Downton Abbey?!?! I mean, I really cannot come up with words to express my supreme disappointment. I immediately booted up my computer to find some answers… Read More
… that we are a diaper free household?!?!!? When we jaunted off to Target to replenish the baby’s night time diaper supply, he pitched a royal fit right there in the aisle – professing himself a big boy and dismissing the need for any more diapers. Sooooo… I put the twenty dollar box right back… Read More
I feel like a trip to the doctor with two children is some sort of nefarious parenting test – one where doctors and nurses secretly conspire to see how the unsuspecting and likely harried mom handles her offspring while locked in a germ laden three-by-three cube with nothing but a spinning stool with wheels and… Read More