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It was unfortunate timing, really. We hired a housekeeper several months ago anticipating my need for some help while my husband travels with the military. I know, I’m lazy. And also fabulously wealthy. “Can someone PLEASE turn up the TV and pass me the bonbons? And WHERE is the nanny? One of my children is […]

Dear 10-month-old Averi, You are ROCKING those skinny jeans and that little tank, sweetie. I mean, look at your adorable, little belly. I could just eat you up with a spoon! But if you even THINK about going out looking like this when you’re a teenager…

1)  Which is more effective, duct tape or zip ties? 2)  My 10-month-old thinks it’s cute to spit her food at me each time I give her a spoonful. Is she too young to flick really hard on the nose? 3)  Will it damage my kids’ ears if I turn up the music so loud […]

This is, God willing, the first of many in a series called “How-to Tuesday.” And since this is a mommy blog, and I’m pretty much an expert mother, I thought it was appropriate to give the first instructional video the title “How to be a Perfect Mother” – from someone who knows. “(Nobody Puts) Katy […]

Back at the beginning of the summer – when the temperatures were well over 100 degrees for weeks at a time – I purchased three plastic tubs of Black-eyed Susans from our local nursery. That should be the first clue to our savvy horticulturists that I don’t have the slightest idea what I’m doing here. […]

I couldn’t help myself. I had to snap this photo on post yesterday. In case you don’t know what you’re looking at, let me help you out. This is a parent (I assume) driving this 8-year-old boy (I’m estimating) off post in a Jeep Scrambler (yeah, I’d never heard of it either). The child is […]

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Hey Averi, PETA called. And they want to speak with you. RELAX, people! No animals were harmed in the making of this blanket. But I can’t say the same about the double quarter pounder with cheese I had for lunch.

This story is told with the permission of my friend as it pertains to her son. And even though I have changed names to protect the innocent, it’s one of those stories you don’t tell unless you ask the mother.