So, after three and a half months of being locked up and tied to rusty metal hooks in the walls of a cold, dingy basement in the bottom of an old dragony dungeon castle (or, winter at my house), the babies finally talked us into dragging them down to Arkansas to show ’em off a […]
Because by the end of this post, your ovaries will have borrowed the car, taken it for a joy ride, hit some mailboxes with baseball bats, stolen a cat, smoked cigarettes, gotten a tattoo, seen the very face of God, repented its sins, gone home to safety, taken a shower with The Crying Game playing […]
Oh for heaven’s sake. Sure sure, this is nothing new. Anyone can take a sock, cut off the end and shove it on a baby’s leg. But could we just deep-tissue massage our ovaries real quick because BABY LEGS. So today I thought we’d have a little fun looking at a series of photos […]
So, I’m seven weeks and one day into this whole being a mom thing, and I kind of can’t believe someone hasn’t yet locked me up and swallowed the key. I have to say, we’ve definitely found our rhythm. I have my weekday rhythm. We have our weekend rhythm. And Charlie is clearly content with […]
It snowed in Kansas City! It always snows here, so I have no idea why I just got so enthusiastic. Let me start over. We had our first snow day with the babes! Actually, they were born on a snowy day, so never mind. Let me try again. I never got out of my robe […]
It was January 6th, the coldest day ever. Ever in the history of the world and ever loving everness. I was 37 weeks and one day pregnant with a boy and a girl (ninja?) inside my cranktankerous belly. I was swollen. I was crampy. I was contractiony. I was anti-bacterial-y. I had makeup on! But […]
I have a feeling you’ve started to catch on. I’m not posting regularly. I’m whiney-er than normal. I’ve grown a rando cowlick on the back of my head and my dreams consist of plaid lizards rescuing me from a 75-foot chocolate waterfall whilst wearing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle princess dress. Yeeeeeeep. I’m totally knocked […]
This is my sweet munchkin, pigeon darling, beebee doll, giggle box, angel face, almond-eyed, dooty booty, pumpkin pooty, baby niece, Breckon. We’re having breakfast. I almost got so excited sitting next to her that I forgot about my eggs and starting eating her nose off. Danger zone, I tell you.
