So being a Mom is hard. I fear that when they grow up they’re going to be sitting around with their college friends (notice I said “college friends” because I’m willing them to want what I want already; the boundaries/shackles/expectations…
Archives for August 2015
En mi casa.
I bought this chair for my living room. It’s a tight space. I’ve been considering it since January and I finally signed on. Decisions take time. Especially important ones, like small-space, turquoise-chair-buying decisions. That’s all. Not my living room. I…
on grief: perspective
A little bit of perspective reared it’s eye-opening head tonight. With that perspective came some tears. For a few days I’ve been caught up in the my “busy” life. It appears that my #FirstWorldProblems (packing lunches, finding school supplies from…
School started.
And so another school year started. Sigh. Kinder II and 1st Grade. —
21 Day Fix Approved Turkey Meatballs
I love these turkey meatballs. Disclaimer: This is sort of a loose recipe. I use whatever fresh herbs I have. If I don’t have many, I use dried. I just try not to add oregano since it used to be my…
I married the right man.
So the four of us are in the car and I’m talking about a friend of mine who has a daughter named, “Olive.” I am completely in love with the name. Olive? So cute. Vivienne: “The baby’s name is Olive?”…
Sweet friend. Happy Birthday.
Wild flowers. Why wild flowers, you ask? Because they are so delightfully lovely and every time I see them they make me smile. It’s kind of how I feel when I think about you. I can’t help but smile. (I’m…
Duggar Declaration.
If Anna Duggar stays with Josh Duggar (google the latest), I will spearhead the intervention. Who’s in? —
Casa, sweet casa.
So, the day after my birthday we got up at the crack of dawn after about 4 hours of sleep and flew home to Cabo. Who needs sleep? (Me. I’m too old for this.) With just a couple of flights…
Um. Best. Clinton Kelly responded to my comment.
Best birthday EVER. —
All the love.
The other day Lila asked me, “Mommy, do you want me to show you some magic from my pants?” [insert quizzical look] I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. But before I could answer she was slipping a crayon…
