Motherhood messes with your priorities.

By |2009-03-30T17:22:47-04:00March 17th, 2008|Musings|

The call came in at 3pm."Britt, it's me, Tabitha. I am at Kroger buying starfruit, and you won't believe what they have?""Why are you talking so quiet, and what the crap are you making with starfruit?""FOCUS!""Sorry, um...I don't know. Wait, is it those ugly cowboy boot shaped plant pots again, I told you those were [...]

What boys do.

By |2009-03-30T17:20:14-04:00March 10th, 2008|Musings|

Early this morning, I was busy in the kitchen putting some fresh flowers in a vase, doing the dishes, and keeping an eye on the breakfast quiche I had in the oven...ok...actually, I was on my tiptoes rummaging around in the cupboard for any renegade girl scout cookies that may have fallen out of the [...]

Sometimes fun can be free…and sometimes it costs $28.99

By |2009-03-30T17:18:24-04:00March 5th, 2008|Musings|

Leaving hubby in charge of the boys is always a risky venture. Too many times I come home to Bedlam. But, feeling particularly charitable, and giddy about what is hopefully the last massive snow fall of the season, I decided to shovel the I had eaten like an entire box Carmel Delights, so I [...]

The ins and the outs.

By |2009-03-30T17:18:07-04:00March 3rd, 2008|Musings|

"OMG, does this look like a line to you?"It's almost spring time folks! And that means after a long winter of Ohioans doing what we do best, snowmobiling, beer drinking (actually, this is more a year round sport), hunting and baby making, we are ready to enter into a new season with freezers full of [...]

Words for the dog.

By |2009-03-30T17:16:41-04:00February 29th, 2008|Musings|

Listen Henry, I know you think you got the raw end of the deal. I know it used to be me, and hubby, and two little pugs. Our very own nuclear pug family, and you were happy, and lazy, and free to snort around in the house wherever you wanted. The thing is, unlike the [...]

The Wiggles, dead fish and flip flops.

By |2009-03-30T17:13:08-04:00February 19th, 2008|Musings|

So, it's cold outside. Like, really cold. So cold that when I meet the mailman outside on my porch to get the mail from him, and I say "'s a cold one today," and he looks up at me with snot frozen to his face, I can tell he secretly blames me for having mail [...]

Keepin’ it real in ’08

By |2009-03-30T17:11:40-04:00February 16th, 2008|Musings|

You know, before you have kids, you have this grand notion that, despite the homes of all the other "lazy" parents you know, you will not allow your home to morph into a 24 hour romper room?Listen. All I am gonna say is, you can only entertain your kids with book ends and coasters for [...]

Letting our freak flags fly.

By |2011-06-16T16:49:22-04:00February 11th, 2008|Musings|

"Your son is wearing Cars pajamas and snow boots." "So." "In church?" Of all the advice I have gotten in my two short years of parenting, and let me tell you, EVERYONE is always giving advice, it would be to choose your battles. Truer words were never spoken. I am comfortable in this relaxed lifestyle, [...]

Because I am better at this than you are.

By |2009-03-30T17:03:15-04:00February 5th, 2008|Musings|

Why am I in charge of smelling everything?Hubby: Do you think son #1 pooped?Me (cooking dinner): I would have no idea.He then walks up to me, holding said son, and puts his diapered butt in my face. Um, yeah...smells like poop.Hubby: Which one of these is a formula bottle, and which one is a milk [...]

Plays well with others

By |2011-06-16T16:27:37-04:00January 29th, 2008|Parenting|

I used to wear perfume everyday. And now, I don't even know where it is or if I even have any? My new scent is more like an odor.....mommy odor. I adopted it the day I gave birth to my first son, and I realized that I would have a little person living on my [...]

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