This post brought to you by BMO Harris Bank N.A. Member FDIC. All opinions are 100% mine. Wanna make God laugh, make a plan. Last night I finally got some common sense and picked out all the kids clothes the night before. Patted myself on the back and looked forward to a less chaotic morning. Guess what? It was a snow day! Failing to plan is planning to fail. Hence the scale that doesn't budge. I guess it can go either way really. Flexible planning? Is that a thing? We ...
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Falling In Love
I thought a lot about falling in love. I pictured someone tall, dark and handsome. I imagined it would happen once, we would get married and we would live happily ever after. And I did meet someone tall, dark and handsome and I married him. But then it happened three more times. There names are Quinn, Eleanor & Hudson. I guess I never could imagine this love. Who could? I fall more and more love with them every.single.day. There have been a couple times recently when Hudson has been ...
Burned Out
Hopefully, by the time this post goes live it will be a different story. If you walked in my house right now you would trip over a pile of shoes, step in a puddle from melted snow and then tiptoe your way through the living room. The living room with a floor covered with baby toys and the surfaces are covered with every other kind of toy. Since we have to worry about Hudson choking and Hudson cannot reach the couch, entertainment unit, desk, ottomans-- you get it. Mess everywhere. It ...
I’m Calling it
We have been busy with family. The best kind of busy to be, but I'm calling it. We need a day to recover. It is Saturday night and I am officially designating Sunday, get-your-life-in-order-day. Thursday night we gathered with my family over a meal at my parent's house. My mom knows Eleanor's affinity for accessories and picked up a clearanced package of pretty girly dress up clothes. I couldn't believe how much Eleanor squealed with delight. She put on every single piece and then ...
Bedtime Antics
The other night I was brushing my teeth and talking to Ross. I don't even remember what we were talking about. The kids probably. We talk about them--a lot. Then I got the hiccups. Can we take a moment to appreciate how annoying the hiccups are? It is late. It is always late, because we don't go to bed like normal people. In fact, it is pushing midnight as I write this. So it was late and I climbed into bed hiccups and all. I'm laying there, thoroughly annoyed (but lazy) hiccuping ...