eating at BlogHer when you’re constantly feeding someone else. {sponsored}

So let’s pretend you’re at BlogHer ’11 and for whatever reason you don’t make it down to breakfast in time for whatever reason. (Sharing a room with six girls and one shower? Hangover? TINY LITTLE BABY ON HER OWN SCHEDULE?) Have you been to the Hillshire Farm booth? Where they will make you a deliciousContinue reading “eating at BlogHer when you’re constantly feeding someone else. {sponsored}”

i like spinach because my mom lied to me. {sponsored}

If you ask my mom about her greatest parenting accomplishments, getting my sister and me to fight over steamed spinach as kids by lying to us is certainly one of them. She told us they were ‘sweet leaves.’ I mean, c’mon, what kid isn’t going to want to eat sweet leaves? As I recall thereContinue reading “i like spinach because my mom lied to me. {sponsored}”

traveling with kids without traveling to the crazy farm. {sponsored}

Hey remember when I told you about that time we packed up and drove across the country with a two month old and a six year old? I didn’t? Yeah, that’s because I was hoping to never have to think about it ever again. Vivi lost her mind and decided she hated everyone and everythingContinue reading “traveling with kids without traveling to the crazy farm. {sponsored}”

drinking perfume in an attempt to sweat it out has crossed my mind…

It’s time to crowd source your brilliance. The past week temperatures in Indianapolis have been similar to the surface of the sun. For those of you unfamiliar with heat + humidity = heat index, imagine standing in front of a running semi on the hottest day you can imagine while wearing winter clothes. One ofContinue reading “drinking perfume in an attempt to sweat it out has crossed my mind…”

cooking to win (over your family.) {sponsored}

Someone needs to write a cookbook entitled “How to Win Friends and Influence People Through Food.” It would have to be written by a mom. Because the two main genres of people who are won over and influenced by food? Husbands and little kids. I used to joke that Addie would perform light housework forContinue reading “cooking to win (over your family.) {sponsored}”

get carded…or be the carder, just card. it will make someone’s day.

(the following conversation occurred through text.) Friend: YOU! Me: Me what? Friend: You with the sneak attack cards making me all weepy! Me: Hallmark doesn’t pay me to be pretty. Friend: As it should be. I can vividly remember sitting at the dining room table drawing a card for my dad. I don’t remember theContinue reading “get carded…or be the carder, just card. it will make someone’s day.”

fruit of the looming underpants.

CAST: Addie: curly headed six year old. Thomas: “almost” uncle to aforementioned curly headed six year old, lives in Utah with my sister. Me: the mom. *cleaning out Addie’s suitcase from her trip to Utah, I find green pair of Fruit of the Looms.* “Ew, my dad’s underwear ended up in her suitcase. Do IContinue reading “fruit of the looming underpants.”