I love, love our Christmas cards from Shutterfly. Now, if someone could just come address them, I'd be super grateful. This is taking me forever! My computer is still dead and hubs is gone with his, so no pics from our NYC trip yet. We had the best time, even though we FROZE and ended up in our hotel room at 10pm on a Saturday night. Hehe. We're ... View the Post
Bad hair day.
I always wanted curly hair. And my mom gave me just what I asked for with those pink sponge rollers you slept overnight in.Every EasterI would wake up hating it the next morning and would cry while trying to brush it out. Every EasterThen my mom made us do the unthinkable and take pictures in which I went into full pout mode for. Every EasterAren't ... View the Post
Shoes only a Father could love.
I'm pretty certain I had my Dad wrapped around my little finger when I was younger.I remember when he took a flight with about 15 of us teenagers to Minnesota.{I deeply feel for him now, as I distinctly remember playing slap on the tray table with a poor soul sitting in front of us}The whole way there, he told me my shoes smelled awful. {They were ... View the Post
Where it went wrong.
Lets just say Vegas was AMAZING. I relaxed and partied more than I have in the past 2.5 years. I think it should be mandatory every year you're a parent, actually.When we got to the airport, I tried to call my mom to check on Coop, and my phone wouldn't work. Black screen of death. I practically cried, then turned it off for the flight. In Vegas, ... View the Post
The multi-use baby wipe.
How the frick did I ever live without them? My feet got filthy cause I wore flip-flops in the lot next door. Baby wipe. Spilled coffee in the car. Baby wipe. Sticky granola bar that Cooper no longer wanted on my finger. Baby wipe. Spot of red sauce splattered on my shirt. Baby wipe. I made a friend spill red wine on her dress at a wedding. Baby ... View the Post
Ewww. Not me!
I thought it would never happened to me. I thought we'd passed that stage. He's almost potty training. He never even took his own diaper off. Then, at dinner time, he ran to me yelling "pasta and sauce, mommy!" Proud of all those words, I leaned down to give him a big hug. He threw his arms around me.Arms that were covered in POOP. Poop on his ... View the Post