Lately, I have been reading a lot of blogs / posts / articles / conjecture about the status of 'neighborhoods' and basically, what boils down to the lack of kids playing outside willy-nilly in said neighborhoods all summer long, from dawn until dusk. (Ok, I am exaggerating a bit, but you get the point.)
I'm assuming this is due to the recent start of summer break,
I am already mortifying my kids. It only gets better from here, right?
Those little gems right up at the top there.
And, no, they are not embarrassing because they don't rub in well and leave a pale white pallor on the kids' skin once applied. (We love both of these products - they work really well. Trust me - this
Ah, lip gloss and laundry. A pair that was never meant to be. Two items, that when joined together equalled me having my first Den Flannery "Son of a B! Who left their Chapstick in their pocket and threw it in dryer?" moment. (But replace that "B" with the full word and potentially pepper the sentence with some other choice words. And then picture me
This post is eventually about my dad's take on Facebook, but first, I feel compelled to whinge a bit about my lack of blogging. (Enjoy. haha!)
The Lack of Blogging Whinging
How is it May? Seriously. And how have I not written a blog in two months? Ugh.
Thanks to an extraordinarily busy year at work so far, I've been absent on the personal creative front.
This past weekend, I had the good fortune of traveling home to Philadelphia to surprise my best gal pal at her surprise 40th birthday party.
I've never really done a weekend "away from it all" since having kids - perhaps shockingly, perhaps not so much. I travel fairly frequently for work, so purposefully leaving the fam on the weekends never really seemed like the thing
Apparently the sweet little Hello Kitty motif of the sweater Santa gifted Grace for Christmas was not quite "fashionable" enough for our little Grace.
It needed something else.
Something a little extra.
Something to push the cute factor over the top.
Something that might swaddle tiny six-year-old thumbs in a soft fabric hug.
You know…something like thumb holes.
After she Billy Ray Cyrused her hair
Few things rile me up more than when I see or hear about kids getting bullied or picked on. You can imagine how that multiplies when it involves my own children - no matter what side of the equation they are on.
Gavin got off the bus today and ran over to me.
I could see his normally bright eyes were tinged red as he
We're gearing up for our first Christmas in Portland. Although we've lived here three full years, this is actually our fourth Christmas since we moved at the end of October in 2011. And Santa has yet to visit us out here - hahaha.
Why? Because we've been heading back to the Philadelphia area to do our Christmasing since the big move. Adjusting to the holidays has been
If I ever lose Grace's birth certificate and cannot obtain a back-up, this spelling practice test is awesome proof that she was born in the Philadelphia-area and spent the first three years of her life there, yea?
The spelling word? Use.
The sentence example I gave: I need to use a knife to chop this onion. (That's some stellar working mom multi-tasking right there - making
We're looking forward to an awesome Thanksgiving meal with our neighbors later today. It was so nice of them to include the transplants (that's us!) in their annual tradition.
We were put in charge of pies.
I have no idea where to buy pies in Portland since I've only made one Thanksgiving meal since we've moved here, and I think I made my pies from