She is drawn to mud puddles like a moth to flame. Like a horse to water. Like a fly to poop. Like me to chocolate. She was drawn to it that day and I let her – even… Read More
I’m in the kitchen trying to perfect a Ree Drummond recipe but every few moments my oldest is shouting that the cat is on his Lego table knocking pieces off to smack around on the floor or the… Read More
Follow my blog with Bloglovin I wish I was better at being a mom. I wish I didn’t cry like a toddler when my toddler won’t nap on the one day I really needed one myself. I… Read More
Sometimes houses are messy and not picture perfect, white washed walls. And sometimes toddlers climb up the step stool to get the chips. That’s reality.