Dates
I completely forgot that October 31 was the ten year anniversary of when Tate and I became engaged.  Apparently he forgot, too. I remembered on November 6, the eleventh anniversary of our first date.  (Jesse James’ Hideout in Rolla, MO.  Jealous much?)  (I also puked the next morning right in front of him.)  (Again.  Jealous much?) I can’t believe that neither of us even REMEMBERED that October 31 was the TEN YEAR anniversary of when we became engaged.  How could we have both completely forgotten!?!  Since I feel like he and I are having some bl

Blog Tip Sharing Project Redux: StumbleUpon School
StumbleUpon, StumbleUpon, StumbleUpon.  I should confess that StumbleUpon (SU) often totally baffles me.  Some posts go over well, others die a very quick death and I don’t really know why.  I hear from so many of you that you’ve seen no traffic from SU and that you don’t really see the point of using it.  I cannot promise that you’ll ever see any traffic from SU.  There I said it.  But I know that for me, anywhere from 10-75% of my daily traffic is generated because of SU. With that said, I have learned a few things about using SU that I think will help you.  I’ll give these tips in list form! And! I’ll give these tips in th

Suckers caught on camera
“Mommy!  Make another pile of leaves!” both Carson and Ella begged.  “We want to jump in them!” For what felt like the 50th time, I raked leaves into a big, jump-able pile. “If I rake these leaves for you guys, you better do cute stuff for Mommy’s camera!  Promise??!!”  I half negotiated, half begged. “No way,” Ella answered with her standard reply.  Carson just rolled his eyes at me.

She needs the helmet
One of the reasons I purposely had babies 18 months apart was because I hoped they’d be close friends and playmates growing up. Ella has never really had the chance to be a princess loving girly girl. Her favorite things are tractors, trains, and monster trucks, just like her big brother, Carson. Really, I think it’s a good thing that they like the same things. So far, they are

Today’s lesson: Some people are assholes
I just had to explain to my heartbroken four year old son why the woman pushing two kids about his age in a double stroller in front of our house didn’t say “hello” to us, even after we said “hello” and waved. “Mommy?  Why didn’t they come over?  I wanted to play with them,” confused, Carson asked as tears began to fill his eyes. I wanted to say, “Carson, I’m so sorry, sweetie.  I don’t know why some people are assholes.  They just are.  They are the type of people we should throw rocks at.  The next time they walk past our house I’ll scream ‘HELLO!  HELLO!’ until she replies like a c