"There are some things people don't deserve to know about you." Said with love from my honey and rolling around in my brain for months. I have debated discussing this topic. It's been written in my head a dozen times. I have jotted down the gist on multiple occasions. Each time, I have scratched it…
Continue reading ➞ Idle of Despair
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 Our furniture is outdated and overused, but I cannot bring myself to replace it at this juncture in life.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.…
Continue reading ➞ Light It Up
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…
Continue reading ➞ Baby Registry Rip-offs
*The following contains one lonely little affiliate link. You can read my full disclosure policy here. As I mentioned here, finding a family movie can be challenging. Ratings are helpful, but in my book, not always accurate. I don't know about you, but some of these flicks teach a lesson that I am not excited…
Continue reading ➞ Zootopia: A Cinematic Gem
I have spent near a decade either birthing babies or breastfeeding them. I have been pregnant so many times that I am not sure if my mismatched food combinations and tendencies toward irritability are from hormone level fluctuations or my actual personality. I have not had my body to myself in enough years that I still think twice before taking…
There's a guy who walks by my side day in and day out. The stresses of daily living easily take their toll. We spend most of our time parenting little people. And by parenting, I mean acting as referee. Most of our day is spent yelling, er, saying: "Stop fighting!" "{S}he was playing with that first.…
Continue reading ➞ Shaft-ed, but not Forgotten
My definition of 'clean' has changed over the years. There was a time where I would have thought 'clean' meant clean. Now, I define it as: "an area where you can see some carpet and most of the trash is in a can" Case and point: this past weekend my kids took a container of sprinkles and…
Continue reading ➞ Balancing Act
I find myself on repeat a lot. And shockingly, I keep getting the same results. I keep thinking this will be the one time it is different; where the cause and effect phenomenon will not hold true. Apparently, that is a sign of insanity. Momma is gonna take back her sanity and try a little…
Continue reading ➞ Note{s} to Self
I have been putting kids to bed for nearly the last decade. I have developed a pretty efficient night time routine {in theory}. There's the mandated quiet time that prefaces bedtime {because if you can just get them to sit still, they will fall asleep. Foreshadowing: they know that}. Then, the usual: teeth brushing, {bath…
Continue reading ➞ {Un}Sweet{ened} Dreams
I love my kids. A lot. Dare I say "too much" {if that's a thing}. I am amazed by all of their sweet little features. I am in awe of their beautiful personalities. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for them. I want to give them the world. {insert favorite cliches regarding motherhood here}. A few…
Continue reading ➞ Hatchamable-gate
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