“Mommy, why do you have hairy arms?” Says my three year old son to me yesterday. Actually it sounded more like, “Mommy why are yus ams have hairs on dem?” (Somewhere along the line he developed somewhat of a British accent. We are not sure exactly where it came from, but we like it.) Who …
I wasn’t planning on continuing the Bikini talk, but I had a bathing suit run in that I couldn’t shake. Reason 1: The experience did not match my firm beliefs about modesty. Reason 2: I found character growth in an area I did not expect to find it. My husband and I threw a lake …
Fill in the blank. You have gorgeous eyes! Wow, you are in such great shape! You look so cute! You have great legs, arms, fingers, hair, blah blah blabbiddy biddy! Why do we do this?!? Its like picking up a cookie and praising the flour for its deliciousness! NO! Its delicious because the baker made …
It is because of THIS: Kidding! No actually, I’m not. I wish it were a joke, but unfortunately I am very serious. I honestly don’t think I would have had much to write about if this little blurb said, “Carpe Snackem! Seize the day and spare your heart from prematurely deteriorating!” or “Carpe Snackem! Seize the day …