While YOU Were Out Shopping
I did the following: 1.  Slept in. . . and it was FANTASTIC. 2.  Made the best freaking cup of coffee EVER.   (Ah, Sexy Mr. Joe -- why did I ever toy with leaving you?) 3.  Made and ordered Christmas cards!   (by the way, if you need to do the same, I suggest

Underage Nursing in Public
At the sound of her little voice this morning, I've decided we might have to call it something else.  "Look, Mommy, I'm feeding my baby 'Boobie'!" (Oy vey.) I expected this type of mimicry.  All of my "Been There, Done That" mom friends warned me about it.  I know I imitated my mom.  In fact, one of my earliest memories is sitting at my grandmother's house, nursing my little baby, Jonathon, while mom nursed my new baby sister. Imitating the world around them is what little kids do and how they learn. Heck, my mother in law told me HUBBY even pretended to nurse his stuffed animals afte

The Power of a Christmas List
Hubby banned me from creating a Christmas list this year.  What a Grinch!  A Scrooge!  Grrrr!   For some reason, he is scared of my lists. Oh, and I'm talking about my PERSONAL list, not one for the kids.  It is the list of things that Mama wants that terrifies him, and I really can't understand why. Well, maybe I get it a little.  There were more than just a few things, from last year's list, that I ended up getting.   That original list was a guest post for The Mom Jen's blog, Cheaper than Therapy.  Then, because I REALLY wanted to make sure H

Need a Gift This Holiday Season?
It's the time of year when pictures are taken all over the country -- pics for holiday cards and presents.  Our household is definitely going to be participating in the tradition, which is why I am SO excited about the FREE Photo Canvas deal a friend told me about at the blog, Frugal Coupon Living. Canvas People is offering a free 8x10 canvas for the photo of your choice, and the rest of their sizes are $55 off!!!! With $55 off the current prices is as follows…8×10

Lemme Kiss It
Over the past 29 months of her sweet life, the Little Lady has had her fair share of bumps and bruises, scrapes and scratches.  She's tumbled off the steps, tripped running down the driveway, and -- most recently -- taken a nose dive into the headboard when she was jumping on the bed. Each time, her Daddy and I distract her from the pain by offering hugs, pats, band-aids, and, of course, our kisses.  "Let me kiss it," is usually one of the first things we say to her when she comes to us, her eyes welling with tears and mouth wide open in a wail. I don't know why it works, but it always does.  Each time, one little kiss on a knee, an elbow, a forehead