Why My Son (Still) has a Birthmark…on His Face.
He's Handsome! 'Nuff said I want this post to be my longest yet because there is SO much history and science behind Styles’ birthmark but I want to keep this more about my emotions and less about...
View ArticleA Conundrum
So if you’ve been reading me since I first started blogging (when I was Rebel Crunch Mama), you know about how a couple friends decided that I was unbearable to be around because I’m *GASP*...
View ArticleCan You ChooseYour Kid’s Friends?
This is what naive looks like. As the beginning of the school year creeps up on us again, I am reminded of the crappy experiences we had last year in our public school system. Styles was in 4th grade...
View ArticleWork Me Out!
I’ve never been a runner. I always hated running except for a short stint my senior year in high school when my then-boyfriend and I joined the track team together. Running with track was amazing....
View ArticleMovin’ on Up to a Big Girl Bed
Months and months ago I shared that we were finally in the market to put Madilyn into a big girl bed because I found her dangling over the side of her crib one day. Well, it took me until a week ago...
View ArticleI Don’t Know Where I’m Going, Only God Knows Where I’ve Been
I still love you ALL. I really do. I miss my little bundle of faithful readers and I hope that I haven’t completely lost you all in the course of the last month. Following my post about my...
View ArticleHow This is Going to Go Down
I have been suffering from paralyzing anxiety over perfection. Before we left for North Carolina when Kyle’s grandma died, we had an enormous argument about the state of the household. Or rather…the...
View Article“Bad Parenting” Techniques That I Practice Daily: Part 2
“Bad Parenting” Techniques That I Practice Daily: Part 1 started off as a 10 item list but because it was so stinking long, I broke it into two parts. You are graced today with Part 2. This one is...
View ArticleThe Workaholic: New Job Edition
The Workaholic and Me The Workaholic has never been happy with a job. Ever. That’s why I was so scared when he started looking for a new job in new cities where we would have to leave our lovely home...
View ArticleThe Devil Wears Diamonds
A few short years back, I was being wooed by a sweet woman with a pixie cut who loved to run. She wasn’t trying to hook up with me, but instead with my dad. She called me several times every day,...
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