I’ve mentioned it before and I’ll mention it again. My parents absolutely positively cannot come to Atlanta without carting a trunk load of my long (and quite intentionally) forgotten possessions of yore across the state. From Cabbage Patch Kids and Barbies to old pointe shoes and well loved doll house furniture, it’s always interesting to… Read More
Fall like weather is here and fall ball is on! The Ironbirds opened their season with an impressive win this morning and I couldn’t have been prouder of my boys on the field. The PCP had me beaming when he slammed the ball to the outfield every time he went to bat, when he skillfully… 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
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 searching high and low for a “chore chart” (or what I like to call “expectations” chart) that would suit our needs today, grow with us in the years to come AND not totally tack-ify my mudroom, I landed in that dreaded place of “if I want it done right, I’ll have to do it… Read More
Well gals, guess who lost another tooth?!?! (And guess who will be paying for braces in a few years??) Despite my best intentions to be prepared for tooth loss number two with plenty of fairy dust and a coffer of unique coins, once again I was left scraping together something memorable at eleven o’clock that… Read More
Until last week, I had ridiculously little time one on one with my sweet, fat, happy baby Whit (aka Cookie.) He’s three years younger than John (aka Precious Cutie Pie, aka PCP) and spent the first two and three-quarter years of his precious life being carted around to the PCP’s events, activities, parties and play… Read More