After giving birth to Jacob, I noticed my nails were getting brittle and unsightly. And since I don’t have a spare minute to cut, file and paint them, I decided to get my nails done at a salon. I thought it would be relaxing.
Let me start out by stating that I am a first-time mommy of a beautiful baby boy named Jacob. He is the first grandson of the family and everyone is absolutely smitten. I know I am biased (what mom isn’t?), but he is quite a looker.
His father and I are currently living apart. While that situation in itself is stressful, it’s really the day-to-day chaos of having an infant that makes it so hard to just sit down for a second and enjoy my little boy’s company – especially when I have to do EVERYTHING myself!
My typical day goes something like this:
We’ve been living in Europe this summer and rented a beautiful apartment in Paris on the Isle St. Louis. It’s been a wonderful and amazing experience for our entire family.
I’ve noticed a lot of things while living overseas. One thing I want to mention is that what I read a few months ago, about French parenting—in my humble opinion—is just not accurate. Read more →
I have a 14-year-old daughter named Madison, and she’s amazing. I adore her. But I gotta tell ya, this teenage thing is kickin my ass.
I told Madison I was gonna write about this, and what I planned to title my article, and we both laughed out loud. Because as usual, we’re both on the same page. This teenage thing is kickin her ass too.
All of the things that I heard about the teenage years, didn’t understand and didn’t think would apply to me…yeah, they goin’ down. Read more →
My weekend thus far has involved roof repair, wasp nests, the discovery of a giant water stain in the baby’s room and the World Expo of Ants Convention–taking place in our bathroom, because, I guess, the Las Vegas Convention Center was booked. (Note to self: destroy all evidence of this blog if and when we ever put our house on the market.) It also has involved those #@#$% 2-year molars, which means no one is sleeping. Read more →
Have you ever been hit on the foot with a baseball bat? An aluminum one? I hope not. Because my 1 1/2 year old just threw a bat on my foot while he was having a tantrum, and it really hurt. I might have screamed some profanities. Charlie’s not really talking yet, beyond “Mama” and “Bmmm-ah!” (kiss-blowing), but with my luck, tomorrow he’ll tell his preschool teacher, “#@!%#.”
As I saw stars and hopped helplessly around our house, I thought of all the other injuries I’ve suffered at the hands of my adorable children:
I love Pinterest. I really do. Where else can you find a recipe for crispy breaded zucchini slices nestled next to a super-cute cardigan?
I’ve gotten plenty of great ideas for food, furniture, crafts and clothes from fellow pinners. But just recently, I’ve started feeling a bit… overwhelmed.
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