Monthly Archives: May 2017

Happy birthday to my favorite 6 year old! Hailey is spunky and feisty and sugary sweet and everything in between. She loves art, babies, Shopkins, friends, and pretty much everything about life. We love her so!

Happy birthday to my favorite 6 year old! Hailey is spunky and feisty and sugary sweet and everything in between. She loves art, babies, Shopkins, friends, and pretty much everything about life. We love her so!

Happy birthday to my favorite 6 year old! Hailey is spunky and feisty and sugary sweet and everything in between. She loves art, babies, Shopkins, friends, and pretty much everything about life. We love her so!

I'll just take the kids on a nice little Sunday stroll, I thought. We'll admire the stream and find a little park, I thought. What a peaceful way to spend the afternoon, I thought… Instead, I spend a S.T.R.E.S.S.F.U.L. 30 minutes helicoptering over them like a crazed madwoman, constantly squawking at them to stay out of the world's grossest water and to be careful they don't slide down the world's most unstable stream bank and DO NOT FALL IN!!! 😬 And just when I had HAD IT and we were leaving, Logan runs straight into the street. Somehow we all made it home safe and sound and I vowed never to return to that park until my kids are at LEAST 20. Sheesh.

I'll just take the kids on a nice little Sunday stroll, I thought. We'll admire the stream and find a little park, I thought. What a peaceful way to spend the afternoon, I thought… Instead, I spend a S.T.R.E.S.S.F.U.L. 30 minutes helicoptering over them like a crazed madwoman, constantly squawking at them to stay out of the world's grossest water and to be careful they don't slide down the world's most unstable stream bank and DO NOT FALL IN!!! 😬 And just when I had HAD IT and we were leaving, Logan runs straight into the street. Somehow we all made it home safe and sound and I vowed never to return to that park until my kids are at LEAST 20. Sheesh.

I'll just take the kids on a nice little Sunday stroll, I thought. We'll admire the stream and find a little park, I thought. What a peaceful way to spend the afternoon, I thought... Instead, I spend a S.T.R.E.S.S.F.U.L. 30 minutes helicoptering over them like a crazed madwoman, constantly squawking at them to stay out of the world's grossest water and to be careful they don't slide down the world's most unstable stream bank and DO NOT FALL IN!!! 😬 And just when I had HAD IT and we were leaving, Logan runs straight into the street. Somehow we all made it home safe and sound and I vowed never to return to that park until my kids are at LEAST 20. Sheesh.

The only thing better than a tiny baby is TWO tiny babies! We can't get enough my sister's little twins. Soon enough they'll be bigger and walking and in college and WON'T WANT ME TO HOLD THEM ANYMORE! Until then, we'll squeeze them and try not to poke their eyes out as often as we can.

The only thing better than a tiny baby is TWO tiny babies! We can't get enough my sister's little twins. Soon enough they'll be bigger and walking and in college and WON'T WANT ME TO HOLD THEM ANYMORE! Until then, we'll squeeze them and try not to poke their eyes out as often as we can.

The only thing better than a tiny baby is TWO tiny babies! We can't get enough my sister's little twins. Soon enough they'll be bigger and walking and in college and WON'T WANT ME TO HOLD THEM ANYMORE!  Until then, we'll squeeze them and try not to poke their eyes out as often as we can.