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Captain Morgan (my husband’s name and rank…seriously) and I played a little game tonight we like to call “Identify the Source of that Smell.” Turns out we had several to choose from in the refrigerator.

It horrifies my mother that my family doesn’t have television. She can’t understand that kind of silence and how it could be healthy for a person. As if network television is the stuff that sanity is made of? My mom and I are different that way.

Remember how I said last week that my husband thought maybe I shouldn’t home school our kids because of the damage I could do? You don’t? Okay, well read this first. So, in an effort to entice our almost 2 1/2-year-old to use the toilet rather than $10,000 worth of diapers or MY LEG, I […]

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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