That One With the Adorable (Killer) Bunnies
Once upon a time, my friend gave me a title for my future autobiography. It is perfect. It is, simply, “Phone Calls to My Husband”. The calls I’ve made to him over the years are nothing short of spectacular. These are actual sentences I’ve said over the airwaves: “Hey, so…I accidentally cut off our dog’s tail and the duct tape isn’t holding the tube sock bandage.” “I’ll be late because I have to stop by a random lady’s house to pick up a craft Beckett lost in a parking lot that she posted about on Facebook.” “The doctor said my neck is fine but I have a bird poop in my lung.”…
Oooklahoma, Where the Wi…ldlife Comes Shopping at Walmart
Up until this point in parenting, we’ve avoided most Fun Places. We’re firm believers that even the most magical place on earth isn’t magical with a toddler. But now? Now our kids are slightly older and definitely more fun. Now with 7, 5, and 3 year olds who don’t immediately run into oncoming traffic and are mostly fine without a nap…now we adventure. Like this weekend. I knew Taylor would be working a lot, so I decided at about 10am on Friday to take a miniature road trip with the fellas. A quick Google search led me to an exotic animal park a few hours away and an Airbnb on a farm a…
