So, I was hoping to post pictures about our entire Easter, this morning. But you know what? I took so many damn photos that I like, even if you don’t that it’s gonna take a couple of posts. I decided that I would just share the egg hunt the first egg hunt anyway, oh gosh,…
They smelled so good…
If you’re from central Texas, like me, then you know good and well what a Bluebonnet is. If not, I’m sorry. 
On our way through my home state last Thursday, I was anxious to find a spot where the kids and I could stop and take a few pictures in a field full of…
These Days…
…they go by pretty fast, you know? Last night we returned from Texas, late. Meaning it was late at night. Like 11 p.m. late. And someone I know who is two years old was still awake and watching “bugs” (A Bugs Life). During our long jaunt back, I texted a friend of mine to see…
On the Fourth of the Fourth Month
And so it goes that I did not get a picture of my kids on the third but yet again, the fourth of the month. The universe must be trying to tell me we need a dog or something (since you know, no mo babies are comin’ outta this lady…). Plus I was completely distracted…
Fastest party planner in the South!
I imagine Emily Post rolled over in her grave last week when I invited everyone to The B Man’s last-minute birthday party via email and text. Even I was a tad mortified. But I knew it was “now or never” on the party and since we were no longer traveling to Austin for the half…
One Part Glitter, Two Parts Dirt
The too warm water runs over my hands as I scrub another dish and the ketchup remnants fall into the sink. I hear the cardinal in the crepe myrtyle across the way chirping and I see his red feathers flash as he makes his way closer to my window. I think about how I wish…
At 2:47 p.m. he’ll be 8
Remember those commercials from a couple of years ago that said at the end, “A baby changes everything“? There is so very much truth to that statement. My life was forever changed the minute my Benjamin was born. just a few days old And now that he is eight years old I am getting to…
PT stands for Pretty Tired.
So I started that PT for my ankle and it actually turns out my ENTIRE right side from lower back down is a tad messed up. Who knew? Apparently my right hip sits further forward than my left and that explains a lot of my issues. And this morning this physical therapist/chiropractor dude with big…
If I’d only known you all then…
I wish I had the internet when my first child was born. I mean, I HAD the internet but not the way I do now. I didn’t have it as a friend. As a support group. As a place for respite in hard times and celebration in the good times. Like I do now. If…
No running for now, right? Right.
I sat on the vinyl table with the sterile, crinkly paper as he said it. “No running for at least a week and no half marathon.” “No half marathon…?” I echoed his words. “Nope, you’re not properly trained anyway, right?” Right. And there it was, the new doctor, who I liked a lot, said what…
