Nolan is climbing, standing, crawling and wobbling all over the place. Pretty sure I’m going to be chasing after him. I’m not ready.
I made the best spaghetti and meatballs the other night. Thank you Ree Drummond.
I can’t believe how tall Ava is already. Her head literally reaches the top of my hip, and I’m 5’2. She’s going to be towering over me before I know it and then what? My own daughter will be able to beat me up.
I miss Hawaii. Always.
I’ve had baby fever. I need more friends to get preggy, because I long for a newborn I can hold, then give back.
Fourth of July was fun for the kids, but this mama was sick. Boo.
Currently, Nolan is screaming at me from his crib because apparently a nap is not an option right now.
Do you ever feel as though you’re an octopus in the kitchen? Here you are making dinner, chopping some vegetables, washing a dish, making a bottle, and drinking a glass of wine? Yeah, sometimes I wonder how I do it all. Then I feel it at 9pm when I’m dead.
The weather has been a solid 68ish degrees. YESSSSS.
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about gratitude. More on that later.
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I think our english bully is finally getting used to the kids. He’s 8, and a fatso as you can tell.
Sometimes I wonder about the actors in kids shows. Like on Sprout and Disney Jr. What are they really like, and what do their houses look like? I just wonder… they’re way too happy.
