Mental Dog, Car Shame, & Theme Park Love
Life is totes cray cray right now. Cray cray enough for me to have just used that phrase. Somewhere in the very illogical part of my brain I thought, “I’m having a baby in February, so clearly I’ll be out of pocket then. In the meantime I should probably just say yes to everything I’m asked to help with.” Such a good idea…until you see how many colors I had to use on our whiteboard calendar this month and how many activities are crammed in each day’s tiny box. (Why do they make the boxes so dang small, anyway? It’s America, for goodness sake. We love cramming our calendars full.)…
Jehovah’s Rudeface & Abble Products
So those of you tuning in because of my last post on church, I can pretty much guarantee it’ll be another 7 months or so before another serious post like that. Most of the documentation on this blog revolves around bodily functions of toddlers and awkward situations by yours truly, so I will understand if we must part ways until then. But, let me just say, I’ve been blown away by the conversations I’ve had since posting that blog on Friday. Thank you for all of your feedback, kind words, encouragement, etc. I don’t think the post itself was that great, but I think the thoughts within it really struck…
My 14th birthday, Crustaches, & Cannibalism
Everyone in our family has a birthday in August. Taylor’s is the 7th, mine is the 9th, and Beckett’s is the 22nd. Also, when we were adopting our dog, Mack, they told us his birthday is the 5th. 5, 7, 9, 22. August is an expensive month for us. Last year I made a birthday hat that I made everyone in our family wear on their designated day of birth. I even took it to the hospital to put on the freshly delivered Beckett: “Before you cut the cord…can you just snap a pic of this on his head real fast? Thanks.” I did it again this year because it’s…
