Bread & Butter; A Kitchen Shoppe
I have a really bad habit of starting projects, getting completely and utterly obsessed and simply abandoning them a few months later. It’s kind of a joke with those who know me best, and really quite a marvel that I’ve manged to stick with this blogging thing as long as I have. One of my brief obsessions was a little kitchen store I had when we lived in Tennessee. It was called Bread & Butter, and was housed in an old wareh

The Life & Times of a Mommy Blogger
Who would knowingly allow her children to finger-paint topless in November with berry stained hands just so she could get a little blogging done? Me? Never.

How to get your husband to clean the house
1. Put your house on the market. 2. Lovingly let him sleep in until 10:00am on a Sunday. 3. Awake him and tell him you need just a half hour of sleep before you go house-hunting. You are so tired. 4. Call him from the bedroom, impersonating a real estate agent who has highly motivated buyers who need to see the house in 20 minutes. 5. Slip into a deep, bl

One of Us
Everyday, I live in fear of something horrific happening to one of my kids. An accident, a disease…Those things can happen to any of our kids, and the mere thought is simply too much to bear. And then there are the days I fear something horrific happening to Jeff or myself. An accident, a disease… Those things can happen to any of us, and the notion of my kids not growing up with Jeff or I is a terrifying one. My bloggy friend, Anissa, just had a second stroke at 35. She is in the ICU with an uncertain future. Just last week she was celebrating the one-year anniversary of her daughter’s final chemo treatments. It’s

Lily’s Trip to the Dentist
I am not particularly fond of pain. Sure, I can handle it, I’m not my husband, after all. But, if given the choice, I’d just rather not. I enthusiastically received epidurals with all three kids, not for a moment having any desire to brave the pain of labor. It was a no-brainer for me. Lily had a cavity filled yesterday. I felt horribly for her, but selfishly, was a tad excited for the blog potential. I brought my video camera and was armed and ready to document my daughter’s first introduction to drugs. Like any good mother would. Remember David after the dentist? Lily wo