Archive for June 2016

Unexpected Kindness

This is a guest post from my own Little Mama.  You can read her other guest posts HERE. I’ve been thinking recently about the loveliness of unexpected kindness. When someone does something so sweet, so unexpected, so deliciously surprising—for you—isn’t it just the best? I’m the sort of person who likes to feel she doesn’t... Read more »

Camp Mom Goes Into the Woods

This is a cross post blog experiment with dear friend and fellow blogger Sheila from Mary Tyler Mom.  You can read hers HERE. Once upon a time. I wish. It was a glorious Friday morning in Chicago.  The kind that demands you get outside and partake in the fresh air and the beauty that is... Read more »

My very first skirted swimsuit arrived today and I'm thrilled to be entering this phase of my life

I have arrived.  I have arrived at this place of being tickled and pleased that I ordered a skirted swimsuit and when it arrived and I tried it on, I liked it.  I liked it a lot.  I like it so much I did a little photo shoot last night in my bedroom. The best... Read more »
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You Only Get a Band-Aid if There is Blood

There’s recently been a new rule established in our home.  You only get a band-aid if there is blood.  When you have twins, if one gets a band-aid, the other one wants one as well.  So we were going through a ton of band-aids for a while there because I was a sucker.  Well, not... Read more »

Love is Love is Love is Love is Love

You would think we were past this.  I certainly did.  You would think we wouldn’t need to shout it out from the rooftops that love is love is love is love, but we do.  We continue to promote our agenda of love and acceptance in all it’s forms and colors and shapes and sizes and... Read more »

Grab Some Joy

I don’t know about you, but I need something light and fun.  Something to make our hearts a little bit lighter. These two always do the trick.  *HEART EMOJIS*  JOY JOY JOY. Doesn’t get much better or simpler than juiceboxes I cut open and froze to make popsicles for the front stoop. GRABBING THIS JOY.... Read more »
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The Last Time

Last dance. Last call. Last chance! Last fall. Last drink. Last day. My kids say last day instead of yesterday, which, as my mom says, actually makes sense since we say last night. From the moment we are shot forth from the warm safe bellies from whence we came, we’ve had firsts and we’ve had... Read more »