I saw this gorgeous sunset when I was taking out the garbage. Since I recently got Paint Shop Pro X2 I thought I’d play around with the Film/Filter settings, under Photo Effects. Disclaimer – I’m not a professional photographer, I’m just an everyday mom who likes to take photos. Most…
Last Saturday I spent most of the day at the Valley AEYC mini-conference. I’m co-chair with Nicole – she’s a family child care provider too, and one of my best friends. This is Nicole making announcements at the beginning of the conference – doesn’t she look official? We had…
I love when it’s fall and caramel apples start showing up in the stores. Of course I love the gourmet ones best, and this one looks delicious! Time for a snack…
I’m doing a happy dance today – my new Mary Kay arrived! Why does new make up always make me feel so happy? Maybe it’s the promise of a new, irresistible, gaw-geous me… or it could just be that I like purple eyeshadow.
Little Guy woke me up at 10 to 6 this morning, I stumbled blindly to his crib and picked him up. He snuggled his head down into the crook of my neck as we went back to bed to nurse a little before I had to get up. I laid…
I usually don’t post internet jokes, but these are so funny that I had to share them! The ones that don’t apply to me personally apply to someone I know, or someone I’m related to. Enjoy! YOU GREW UP IN RURAL WISCONSIN IF…………. You know how to polka – but…
I love cookies. I really, really LOVE cookies! I can resist almost any dessert, but not cookies. And chocolate chip cookies are my very favorite. So when the girls offered to make cookies to day I let them go for it. Nothing’s better than homemade cookies… unless it’s homemade cookies…
This has always been my favorite nursery rhyme: “There was a little girl who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good She was very, very good; When she was bad She was horrid.” Growing up, my mom said I was that girl.…
Little Marshmallow died yesterday morning, slipping away quietly and peacefully. I had gone up to check on him about every 10-15 minutes all morning, talking to him and stroking his head. I think he knew someone was there because after each stroke he moved his head slightly. Princess didn’t find…
I sit with tears welling in my eyes, typing one-handed. My other hand cradles Marshmallow close against my chest. He’s wrapped in a washcloth and his little head pokes out of the opening, eyes closed tightly. I stroke his soft fur gently, “We love you, Marshmallow” I whisper. My habit…
