This picture is proof of where I am. Momming hard in a messy house (that you can’t see). Nursing a baby, helping with homework, letting a two-year old “fix” my hair. This year I purchased a minivan and a fanny-pack (do not be alarmed…it’s a sexy fanny pack)! Never thought I’d see the day, but … Continue reading Mom hard, my friends!
Kyle: Would you like to know why there’s a Swedish Fish in my pocket? Me: Weird face Kyle: Because Everly put it there. Let’s be real. Kids are strange little things. As I was making french toast (minus the egg –per Hads request) last night, I looked over and Hads was putting a hammer in a stick of butter. During my … Continue reading Swedish Fish in My Pocket
Me getting through a day is what I like to compare to an ungraceful dying flamingo with a good attitude. (And the title of this blog has absolutely nothing to do with cute tiny dancer photo!)You’ve probably heard about, or seen, a chicken with it’s head cut off, right? Well lets imagine that being the … Continue reading Ungraceful Dying Flamingos
Most of the time I don’t look like a criminal, but there was that one time. I was taking a DSM-IV interim session class during my undergraduate program. It was 8 hours a day for a week. The bad student in me decided I needed something else to preoccupy my time as I had heard … Continue reading Phoebe Running
For nearly two years, a candle in a glass cylinder on a rustic looking turquoise base sat on a tin tray on my paint-stained, scratched-up kitchen table. It stayed there because it made my kitchen feel cozy when the lights were off and the laundry room doors were closed (concealing my piles of laundry). During … Continue reading Candle Cylinders and Jars of Clay
While sitting in yoga pants eating macaroni and cheese (hoping to get away with another few weeks of this before I have to start exercising again), and looking at my semi-dirty living room, I heard my husband in the kitchen and two daughters insisting on helping make coffee. Of course it didn’t go smoothly…we have … Continue reading It’s OK! Our life is messy.
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