friday friendly skies to you m’loves. i’m off on a jet-plane to belatedly ring in my girlfriend, jill grogg’s, 30th birthday. the weekend promises laughter, love and diaper changes–we’ll have three infants in tow……six,...
wednesday happy to you m’loves. since discovering my beloved bounce bursts test on animals i’ve been scouring the grocery aisles and google pages for a four-legged, friendly alternative. to my unhandy dismay, the best i could come up with was a...
i should just end this post, right here, with: “you’re welcome.” {mic drop} {shuffle, ball-change…..exit stage left} but the 50% irish catholic in me is compelled to confess all that i know. so here it goes: i give you vasanti facial...
friday happy to you m’loves! no, you’re not still tripping on last night’s portobello mushroom, i’m back for the second time this week. i feel like i’m finally emerging from my self-ensconced, post-natal lair. leaving the house for life...
 i’m officially 12 weeks into this whole motherhood gig. the baby police have yet to take my little person away from me; although hunkiest and i did catch her the other night putting in a request for a transfer. our sutton is slowly finding her groove. her...
friday dark circles and breast pump blisters to you m’loves. we are three weeks into parenthood, and cherishing whatever sleep we can get. jones and priscilla, already on nanny-duty, insist on supervising every feed and diaper change. they, too, are grabbing...
