The Family That Jumps Together

There was much rejoicing at our house yesterday – the trampoline has been reassembled in its new garden. And not by me this time. No siree bob. It was put together by the Hubs. On his own. And I didn’t even hear any swearing! (At least, not from where I stood. Far, far across the [Read On]

She Sure Looks Yummy

Travelling to Vienna and being without a proper Wi-Fi connection for nearly a week (I say proper because, theoretically, the hotel had one – it simply did NOT like my Macbook), I somewhat lost my blogging mojo. I am ever-so-determined to get back on track, as I have lovely photos and fun stories to recount. [Read On]

The Gallery: Tomorrow

This is such a late entry to The Gallery that it almost IS tomorrow. As I was contemplating this week’s theme, yet another squabble broke about between my two – and I flashed back to a time when they were younger and got on much better together. A time like this: This photo was taken [Read On]

Happy 7th Birthday to My Son

Dear Boo, Happy Birthday, my sweet boy! How could 7 years have flown by so quickly? When you came into the world, you looked so much like your Daddy that the nurses call you his little “Mini-me”, although time has shown that while you look like your daddy, you are a lot like me… The firstborn, [Read On]

Make Me Laugh Monday – What Turns My Stomach

I consider myself to have a fairly strong stomach. I have changed fully blown out diapers that leave poo up my then-baby son’s back and down his legs, with a stench strong enough to strip wallpaper. I have cleaned regurgitated sheep poo off of my lovely sitting room area rug. I have caught vomit in [Read On]

Fried Chicken Honesty

So my Dad sent me a joke the other day, one that was cute and clean. {image by Keith Davis Young via we heart it} My Favorite Animal Our teacher asked us what our favorite animal was, and I said, “Fried chicken.” She said I wasn’t funny, but she couldn’t have been right, because everyone [Read On]

The Root of All Evil (or, the Dentist Cometh)

My Boo is the bravest little boy I know. I’m sure my UK peeps are wondering “what’s the big deal”, but I must confess that I am one who needs a hit of nitrous oxide (perhaps from something you see on before the dentist can give me a shot of Novocaine, I get so [Read On]

She’s Not Always a Princess, or, It’s Just Semantics.

One Sunday morning during the first few months we were married, the Hubs and I were sitting in church, watching the adorable little girl in the pew in front of us. She was hugging on her dad when she leaned back, her arms around his neck — and head-butted him. Hard. The Hubs grinned widely. [Read On]

Finding a Warm Memory

I don’t get people who throw parties with the theme of “Christmas in July”. Don’t get me wrong – I love Christmas. I love parties. But seriously? What I don’t like is cold weather. I don’t like it at all, (and don’t give me that crap that I grew up in Chicago, so I should [Read On]

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