I received sloppy kisses and a gift certificate for a day of pampering at the spa from my kids and husband, respectively, this morning for Mother's Day. I opened adorable crayon-scribbled cards with kind, loving words that reached from the pages and tugged at my heartstrings. I stood in church with ... » Learn More about How to Write a Rap Song: A Gift for Bad Muthas
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Faith
Even before she was born, I knew I wanted my daughter's middle name to be Faith. Faith is a pretty name, but it is so much more than a moniker to me; it's what I had in my heart when I endeavored to deliver Ella via VBAC (vaginal birth after caesarean section. P.S. if the "V" word made you scrunch ... » Learn More about Faith
Do’s & Don’t’s for Post-Baby Romance
A baby brings about life-changing...changes. (I've had some wine tonight; I'm not bringing my A-game. You've been warned). This is obvious to anyone who has brought that 3-day bundle of joy home or whose social life has been curbed in an effort to maintain the immeasurable importance of The Bedtime ... » Learn More about Do’s & Don’t’s for Post-Baby Romance
Dear Beyonce…
I'm pretty much a fan of anything Beyonce does, but the other day when I was rocking out to Pandora, one of her old songs, "Cater 2 U" (her dumb spelling, not mine), came on and I kinda wanted to kick her. The song is all about women caring for their men to the extent that it makes me want to vomit. ... » Learn More about Dear Beyonce…
A Baker’s Dozen Worth of Reasons Why I Love My Husband
I'm kind of a project. Lately, I feel like I've been a bit crazier than usual, which partially explains why some of you received an e-mail notification of a post that was nothing more than a photo of me and Zach. Ooops! At any rate, my husband deserves a gold star for not running away every time he ... » Learn More about A Baker’s Dozen Worth of Reasons Why I Love My Husband
My Baggage is Getting Heavy.
For all intents and purposes of this post, I have a sister. And yesterday she really pissed me off. Actually, that's not altogether true; she pretty much broke my heart into a million little pieces. But because it's easier for me to deal with, my initial reaction is always anger. That's just how I ... » Learn More about My Baggage is Getting Heavy.
The Second Coming of Puberty
I remember going to a "special" class with my Girl Scout troop and our moms. The class focused on the intimate details that, for most of us, had yet to arrive. Details like under arm hair and other...stuff. I don't remember much of the class as I think my brain did me a solid and blocked a lot of ... » Learn More about The Second Coming of Puberty
My Family is Trying to Kill Me
My husband, who is a math teacher and a baseball coach, has been on spring break for the last few days. The anticipation I worked up in honor of his break made me giddy: he would be home to help with morning chaos and the kids' bath time and maybe--just maybe--I could sleep in. All very selfish, I ... » Learn More about My Family is Trying to Kill Me
Pinterest is Ruining My Life
Fast and easy recipes, faster and easier exercises, immaculate homes scrubbed down with all-natural cleansers, long, flowing hair that takes only six seconds to achieve--I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE! I ignored the initial buzz about Pinterest and actually rejected the first few invitations I received, ... » Learn More about Pinterest is Ruining My Life
Proof That I’m a Terrible Parent
This morning, after I actually told my son to wipe his snotty nose on his shirt sleeve, I realized that I may suck as a parent. I'm almost certain moms and dads (especially moms) from generations past would shake their heads in mass disapproval at some of the crap I have done and will continue to do ... » Learn More about Proof That I’m a Terrible Parent