I threw a baby shower for my friend B the other week. And while I didn't get as crafty as I would have liked, I did make a couple new things. I made this diaper cake -> (No, I did not make the cute stuffed owls on ...
I threw a baby shower for my friend B the other week. And while I didn't get as crafty as I would have liked, I did make a couple new things. I made this diaper cake -> (No, I did not make the cute stuffed owls on ...
There are times in life when you have to keep quiet. When you have to keep your mouth shut. That is not easy for me. I'm opinionated, for one. But I also like to spew advice, for the two cents (or less) that it's worth. I see a train wreck a'comin. And it's not going to be ...
So I don't hog the hair goodies all to myself. Baby girl has to have some too. And while I think some of the flower headbands out there are ultra cute, I'm not a huge fan of a fabric (or other substance) flower basically ...
I live in the HOT HOT desert. Did I say it's HOT? Well, it is. And yet, I still keep my hair long. Why, you ask? Because about 4 years ago some drug-addled (I swear she musta been on drugs) hair stylist gave me a shullet. That's my term for a cross between a shag cut and a ...
So is it a child's right of passage to take some scissors and give himself a haircut? Because my 7 yr old did just that. You'd think he would know better at his age. But yet, he did it. In the living room. With the purple handled scissors. He left tufts of hair on the floor. And a couple ...
Baby girl and I have had the cold that keeps on giving. You know, giving up lovely coughs and raspy voices (well, it's given me the raspy voice...baby girl doesn't talk yet...she just babbles). But it seems like it's on it's way out. YAY! So in the meantime, I've been of course still working on all ...
We have been under attack. For a couple months now. And there is no end in sight. Miss T is drooling, drooling, drooling. And there is no stopping the spit. She blows raspberries. She gives drool-laden kisses. She can't help herself. But it's outta control. I never really ...
I use that phrase a lot. "Behind the 8 ball." Meaning, I am behind things. Playing catch up. And that phrase is never truer than now. Let's see...it's been two months since I last posted and much has happened. Most importantly, I gave birth to my little miracle girl, ...
When I was younger, my sisters used to tell me how I was such a yuppie in training. (I know, the term "yuppie" seems so 80's). They envisioned my future as a workaholic, money-hungry, status-driven wife and mother. Okay, so they didn't mean it as a compliment. I knew that at the time they were ...
I'm not sure where or when it started. But I used to tell (actually, still do) the munchkin that I love him SOOOOO MUCH that he has no idea. He could not possibly fathom how much Mommy loves him. Of course, the munchkin professes that he DOES know. Because, a 6 year old munchkin knows practically ...