The Art of Comparison
Do you know what I did a couple months ago? I bought a $22 teether. Like, a baby teether. A $22 French one with a stupid name: Sophie. I bought it because everyone had it. All the moms at the nursery, all the moms at the park, all the moms being paid to talk about it in my parenting magazines…everyone had a Sophie the Giraffe. One of the product descriptions is that she draws in all 5 of baby’s senses at once. If we’re honest, my baby’s senses do just fine with a red solo cup, yet something about this little giraffe is irresistible. It could be that she’s made…
WT Mom, Cops, & Camaros
The big news of the week is that Beckett is walking. Or at least periodically taking multiple steps. I’m not sure at what point I can classify him as “a walker” but he’s well on his little way. I’m so clueless about children. I was always under the impression that by the time babies could walk, they were pretty much self-sufficient. If they were old enough to walk, they were certainly old enough to get me a drink or make me a sandwich…right? Now that Beckett is to that magical age, I’m sad to report that he’s very much still a baby. Nobody’s making momma anything. I’ve already admitted I’m…
a bit of psalms {printable}
I searched high and low for a printable of my favorite verses in Psalms and I couldn’t find one. This is 2012 and we are in the age of Pinterest. Where did I go wrong in my search?! Anyway, I ended up making one. It’s all about determination, y’all. These verses (Psalms 139:23-24) have been prayed many-a-time in my life. I’m glad they’re now adorning my home as a reminder. Feel free to snag one and use it in your abode, too.
Geckos, Fireworks, & Toddlerhood
I’m very grateful today. My accidental BFF Tara was in a nasty car accident and is doing AWESOME (and has a pretty killer shiner), my brother is about to close on a house near us, Beckett finally met Knox… we’re blessed. Geckos Something happened a few weeks ago that I haven’t been able to talk about until now – a trauma of sorts. Unless my mom is coming to visit, our bathroom rugs don’t get washed very often. It’s really easy to forget about them when your husband is going, “Hey babe…I just used the last clean undershirt. The ones from the dryer. They actually never even made it to…
