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|Archived Since:||April 22, 2008|
"Chi son? Sono un poeta. Che cosa faccio? Scrivo. E come vivo? Vivo. In povertà mia lieta scialo da gran signore rime ed inni d'amore."
A small heads up for anyone headed to this beautiful spot in the middle of The Great Salt Lake.
There isn't even a name for what happened to me so I'm calling it "Just Put Down Your Damn Phone."
Yet another moment in a very necessary recurring series.
A simple, elegant touch to any outfit, and yes, that includes yoga pants and a tank top.
Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
What? No cop approaching my car? And I call this a mommyblog.
Hey! Get off his lawn so that he can nap right in the middle of it.
I guess this place is okay. Could use a little more drama, maybe.
My alarm system is now a sign on my front door that says COCO LIVES HERE.
I cannot wait to have her join me in a spin class, nearly puke and then feel the rush of endorphins afterward.
Normally I'm all BAH HUMBUG this time of year but, Marlo's enthusiasm is just a tiny bit contagious.
I wonder how many of us will now have this stuck in our heads for the rest of the day.
First Peter Frampton, then Donny Osmond, and now... and now Sweet Micky.
October comes in like a lamb, and that lamb gets roasted and slapped between two buns by a lion about halfway through.
If my kids are going to embrace change, then so will I.
Chuck plays an important role in the beauty regimen of my girls.
This right here is for you, Casey Carey-Brown.
While Leta relishes the novelty of a breakfast served at school.
We threw a party involving both Marlo AND a piñata and somehow no one got hurt.