That we could go bike riding. Actually, I have always kind of forgotten about this. Because Sam never really rode a bike. He’s always been the tallest kid in the room and by the time he was mentally ready to ride a bike, he was too big for the bike for his age group (for…
I’m going on a week-long work trip, by far the longest I’ve ever left my little family and am feeling a variety of feelings (“feeling a variety of feelings” — how is that for good writing?).
I want to set fire to my entire closet. I hate every single article of clothing I own. All my shoes. My socks. My underwear. Everything.
At drop-off this morning my friend/neighbor/fellow daycare parent mentioned to me that there was a contestant on Survivor who reminded her of me. “Kelly something or other?” she said. It piqued my interest as, well, I had no idea Survivor was still on and aren’t you ever curious what you look like to the outside…
I got bit and want spring.
In which I go to the doctor.
This is a very unsexy post about boring skincare.
In which we try to kill a few hours in a vomit-filled trampoline park. As you do.
What Would Rebecca Pearson Do?
Hello there. It’s been a while since I’ve updated. I took a much-needed break from everything to spend time with my family over the break. It was glorious. It was so lovely to spend time with my little family. It couldn’t have been better. Things are so much easier now that Kit is 2 and…
So. Much. Money. Must. Be. Spent.
We left the house. AT NIGHT. And it was okay. Weird!