October is Domestic Violence Awareness month. I have a bit of a personal stake in it, so I wrote about it.

Once upon a time there was an 18 year od girl named Sarah*. She was talented and beautiful and in love. She'd just graduated from high school and was set to marry her sweetheart. The dreamy and mysterious Henry*. She loved music and acting and kids. She was the oldest of five so she knew a thing or two about taking care of little ones. She had a dream, like many…

Oh but it is. For two years and five months, Daddy and I have been trying to

read our boy books. He thought it was boooooring. I'd say, "Look Mr

Pants, there's a ball! There's a dog!" and I'd point and point and point and

point. He'd grab the book from me and throw it OR turn the pages faster than

fast and then throw it. But we...…

Good morning everyone!! Every Sunday I try and post a small nugget of "wisdom" on my blog. I call it Sunday's Pearl. Here's todays....

Sunday's Pearl

As a child I was certain I would be the greastest mother that ever walked
this earth (and maybe even other planets), but I never really thought about what
it really meant to be a stay at home mom. I was sure that...read more

Kids are so gross. The grossest. And I'm not even just talking about the part
where they poop and pee in their pants. Because, yeah, that's totally gross but
meh. It's at least contained and expected. I'm talking about...Read More