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If you guys follow me on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter, you may have noticed last week that I had a pretty rough time, technologically speaking.

The kids and I were over at my friend Staci’s house last week for a play date. Staci’s daughter, Ellie, is 8 years old, and Averi is absolutely taken with her. My little girl loves to play dolls with “Ehwie” (as Averi calls her). And Ellie even lets “A-zilla” (as I call her) play with […]

JJ spent the morning “driving Miss Averi” all around their pretend Kansas City in our living room. “Averi, do you want to go to Union Station and play with Thomas the Train?” “Yesssss!” “You do? Well, sorry. It’s closed.”

This post is not as much for the entertainment of my loyal readers as it is solid evidence for JJ to produce when his future therapist asks the question, “So when exactly did the nightmares begin?” JJ will pull up his shirt sleeve to reveal the smartphone imbedded on his forearm. He’ll say, “Siri, show […]

There was a time in my life when I wasn’t easily embarrassed. I had a one woman show in middle school. I used to perform SNL skits at family reunions. Y’all, I was the ultimate grand supreme winner of the Barksdale Elementary School lunchtime “Turn Your Face the Purplest Contest”—a contest I both invented and […]

It’s no secret around here that my dear husband doesn’t have much going on “up top.” He started balding around the same time we started dating back in January of 1999. [That doesn’t sound like a coincidence to me…] The poor guy hasn’t seen a full head of hair since we were in college. And, as the years go by and our children continually refuse to potty train, his scalp becomes more and more visible. Yes, Brian's hair is seriously thinning. And, if you say it like Charlie Sheen—“THIN-ning”—it makes him laugh out loud.

I've told y'all before that I'm not a huge fan of over-the-top, Pinterest-worthy birthday parties. For one, we don't have the money to shell out on crafts supplies that I will purchase and then never complete. Second, our kids don't eat sugar. At all. And I can't think of a single kid (or parent for that matter) who would come to a birthday party without cake and ice cream. And, third, I can hardly get up the energy most days to "cook" for my own picky eaters. So, the idea of entertaining a bunch of other people's picky eaters is pretty overwhelming. Those of you who know my mom well probably just shook your heads and said, "The apple sure did fall far from the tree." And you are absolutely right. Really, the apple fell off the tree, and while it was in mid-air, was swept up in a tornado, hit by a truck, and dumped in a field of buffalo manure in Kansas. [Oh, no. Katy's using metaphors again. Someone call a therapist.]

As you may have already read, we had a garage sale recently. [Really? I didn’t notice an entire week’s worth of annoying, melodramatic garage sale posts.] I get your point. But I’m here to talk about the aftermath of that traumatic experience.

This week was an exciting one by my standards. I’m pretty sure I put on actual pants at least 3 or 4 times. I wore makeup on more than one occasion. And I even ventured outside the few times the temperatures reached above the 50 degree mark. And I got to feed a llama. Or […]

When the afternoon begins with a professional hair and makeup artist and a photographer at the front door, you know it’s going to be a fun day. It all began yesterday at noon when über talented hair and makeup artist Mandy McKenna showed up with her 100 pound magic kit.