I love complicated hairstyles. I always have. Wasting an hour curling, braiding, pinning or finding ways to otherwise “fancify” hair is one of the advantages of being a girl. I remember the day I learned to french braid. I was
Maverick
This little independent soul cracks me up. Honestly, I think he may be the funniest person I have ever met – or at least a close second to his daddy. He dresses like this on a regular basis; lots of
My love/hate relationship with google
Soooo… I’m back – sorta’ – minus a header and a few other weird glitches, but hey, at least I’m back. Google recently decided that I no longer existed and they deleted my account. All of it. Email, calendar, 2
Daddy’s little boy
Sometimes the similarities between my husband and son are astounding. Today my little guy decided that he wanted to have lunch in my closet (which sounds strange until you realize that this is a completely empty closet in an unfinished
Marco Island
My mind is a little mushy after traveling with little ones, so I asked my daughter to share the highlights of our trip. She happily dictated this list of “best stuff.” So according to my 7 year old, the best
Pocketknife
Once your child receives his first pocketknife, your world will never be the same again. Bread bags suddenly become much too hard to open by hand . . . “lets just cut it!” —(Okay in theory, but just try closing
Inspiration
We visited Vermont for an anniversary party last weekend. 40 years of marriage is inspiring. My husband’s aunt and uncle have been through it all and they still adore one another. It is evident in the way they speak to,
His & Hers vacation
My sweetie and I agree on lots of things. Politics, economics, parenting, religion, and all the other BIG debates aren’t a problem for us, but when it comes to the little things, we are sometimes exact opposites. I think cookies
Shameless cuteness
We were sprucing up the grounds at church last week when I snapped this photo (while I was supposed to be working). My little lady was so excited to play outdoors that night. She tasted a few rocks, pushed her
spew-ta-tion-ous
My 5 year old came to me today with this bit of insight: “I have a spewtationous problem. Naps were made in the 1960s. They could never work today, because the government . . . “ I lost it!!! He