Scissors and Sharpies

My darlings always want to cut things. And brand things. "Who drew on the wall?" followed by "Who cut up this book?" [sorry library] become daily questions. "Not me," they always say. Word to the wise: if you don't want to be blamed, children, then don't autograph your art. Needless to say we have disposed…

Another {real} Love Letter

My dearest #3, In just a few short days you will be turning five.  This year, your birthday is hitting me hard.  Harder than any other birthday, any other year.  I am not sure why. I don't know where your infant or toddler years went.  I remember telling myself to be present with your tiny…

Light It Up

When you have kids things tend to break.  Shocking, I know. Our furniture is outdated and overused, but I cannot bring myself to replace it at this juncture in life.  I am one hundred and twenty percent sure that one of our five munchkins will mark up anything new with sharpies, scissors or glittery glue.…

Baby Registry Rip-offs

There have been quite a few changes to baby items since I had my first nearly a decade ago.  During that time, several gimmicks have hit the market.  I have been conned into believing I needed some of the most overrated items.  So, what is a seasoned momma to do when she realizes she has…

Mommy Wars

*WARNING: The following contains controversial topics of conversation.  Proceed at own risk of being offended.   There are many different parenting styles, philosophies on child-rearing and all kinds of moms out there: crunchy, attachment, helicopter, working outside the home, stay at home, breast-feeding, bottle-feeding, Pinterest-y, Pinterest failing , pro-vacciners and anti-vaxxers...the list goes on.  We seem to…

Irony is a {*}itch.

  **The following blog post is rated PG-13.  Reader discretion advised** You know that feeling where life is flowing as smoothly as a baby's behind and just keeps going that way? Yea, me neither. For years I have been plagued by a shithead who insists that plans and budgets are for suckers. His name: Irony. We have…