So Why Can’t She Remember to Turn Off Her Bedroom Light?

The other day,  as I was loading up the dishwasher I noticed Pea gazing at me thoughtfully. “Mummy…” she began. I put the last plate in the drawer and turned to listen to her. She had “the look” on her face – the one she wears when she has contemplating something and I was curious [Read On]

She’s No Angel

Oh, she looks like an angel. Don’t let that halo fool you. She has a temper. Right after the photo was taken, the Hubs asked her if she wanted to go outside to play a little footie with him and her brother. I told her that she had to change out of her Christmas play [Read On]

Upon Further Thought

With regards to my Santa list dilemma with Pea, I’m inclined to give up the battle and work with HER wish list…so long as I Santa gives her a big pad of paper, card stock, markers (washable, thankyouverymuch) and more craft supplies, because I want more creations like this: How can you say “no” when [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]


So, in my last post, I took a look back at my very first blog post from May 2008 – which left me browsing through a few other early posts…. ….and came across one where Boo, then 4, was having constant meltdowns and we were having some major power struggles. Huh. And then another one, [Read On]

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