Totally Random

I have finally totally succumbed to whatever has been floating around and causing my children (and husband) to be sick. I’m on the edge of being REALLY sick, so I keep thinking “I can do something.” but deep down I know if I tried, I would wind up worse than I am right now, . . . → Read More: Totally Random

Wordless Wednesday: “I can’t believe it! I did it! I rode a bike! I never thought I’d be able to do that!”

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Hair apparent

I’ve talked about Olivia’s gorgeous hair before, and how much trouble it has been for me to cut it.

It still hasn’t been cut.


But, the time, it is drawing near. Every day is a struggle to brush, fix and have it look like someone cares about her and not give the impression . . . → Read More: Hair apparent


I’ve written before what Bill means to me and how much I love him.

This whole blog is devoted to how much I love being a mama to my wonderful girls.

I have so much love in my heart for those three, every day, not just today.

I use the word “Love” a lot. . . . → Read More: Love


This week, Olivia’s preschool teachers told us they were going to send a slightly larger than shoe-box sized plastic tub home with a couple of kids a week. In the little tubs, the children were to put a toy into it, write three clues and bring it in so everyone in the class can . . . → Read More: Homework

Wordless Wednesday: “That girl is all about the ass…”

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Fuzzy Wuzzy

Most kids are afraid of normal kid things: monsters, the dark, loud noises, strangers, strange animals, bugs.

Then you have the kids who are afraid of weird things.

Like Sophia.

She’s terrified….of fuzz.

Basically, lint. My kid it afraid of lint. She’s terrified of anything that looks remotely like it: dust bunnies, clumps of . . . → Read More: Fuzzy Wuzzy

The curious incident of the little girl in the morning-time

I’m not a morning person.

Now that I have two kids who are mobile and can get in and out of their own beds, life is much easier. They come into mama & daddy’s room, climb into our bed and will watch cartoons until 7:30-8 (depending on if we have preschool that morning), allowing . . . → Read More: The curious incident of the little girl in the morning-time

It’s like they know…

Yesterday was not a good day for me. I woke up feeling sick.


Was I fighting what the girls and Bill had last week? Was it something else? I had no idea. I was in a haze while I got the girls ready, in a haze dropping Olivia off at preschool, barely able . . . → Read More: It’s like they know…

Ballerina Girl…

My baby, her hair in a bun, and bobby pins tucked firmly in place.

Her light pink tights on her not-quite-big-girl legs.

Little wisps of hair falling out of the bun, curling around her face.

Twirling, spinning, falling…

“This is First Position, mama!” My little ballerina girl told me today.

She’s growing up so . . . → Read More: Ballerina Girl…