“I want to have thirteen daughters.”
“I want to have thirteen daughters.”
… there is this thing called sleeping in. You should try it sometime.
My husband sings and I feel like the only one in the audience.
A perfectly horrible day is topped off with a snuggle and some Mario Kart.
Despite the fact that I am home taking care of two sickies today, I can still enjoy fresh air through open windows and the nostril-blasting fragrance of newly cut lilacs.


My husband doesn’t bat an eye at the fact that I have been wearing the same t-shirt for three days.
My daughter’s legs can turn this vegan into a carnivore.

Poppy understands that Mama needs a quiet morning.
IT’S SNOWING IN CLEVELAND IN APRIL.
Because that’s normal, yeah. Normal.
I hold my naked babe and her little boobs squish together and hang over her Buddha belly.
Our daughter has baby cleavage and it is SO CUTE.
That my feet look like potatoes.
I can make a little pile of presents under the tree.
I eat pumpkin pie and whip cream for breakfast at 11am.
My husband caves and lets me play Christmas music BEFORE Thanksgiving.