Yesterday, my little man turned three months old. THREE MONTHS. Didn’t I just birth you out of my loins? Naturally, without the use of medications? It was heaven, and hell. But mostly, heaven. Brayden Blue, I love you more n’…
Sunday Citar
It’s Sunday again that means it’s time for two of my favorite things… announcing a giveaway winner and Sunday Citar!! Now, it’s time to share a quote or two… a favorite, a new find, a laugh inducing or tear inducing…
Spring Cleaning:: The Dreaded Photo Tote
I think I’ve caught the Spring cleaning organize-everything bug, because my goal lately has been to whip my home into submission. Although I’ve always been quite an organization geek. I love the products, the clean lines, having a place for…
Another post that makes men feel awkward
I’m sorry, men, in advance. I have a baby. A baby that likes very much to eat. So please forgive me if I spend the next several minutes or so discussing breastfeeding. Thank you for your forgiveness, patience and understanding….
My Mother’s Day Gift…
A photo story of birth. Visit Wordless Wednesday and 5 Minutes for Mom for more Wordless Wednesday.
Mostaccioli al Forno
I love making this dish. I mean love like how the Titanic loved the sea, only not in a sad, morbid sense but more of an “You Are The Water-To-My-Boat” type of meaning. And I think I love making it because really,…
