Girls, Eating Disorders, Body Image & all that crap
Having a girl is hard. I mean, mine isn’t even six yet; she’s years away from puberty, and it’s still hard… ——————————– I have issues with food. I am beginning a diet for the 397th time on Monday. The Monday after Thanksgiving, as I have every year that I can recall. I aspire to again fit into my skinny-ish jeans. Not the skinny jeans that I wore in college or the even skinnier ones I wore the months leading up to my wedding, but the skinny-ish ones I wore after I had Evan. Before that, I was at my smallest weight ever months during the mont

Dogs, Fishing & Mom
Lily: I am thankful for dogs. Not our dog, just other dogs. Cuter dogs. Ben: I am thankful for fishing. Evan: Doesn’t really speak, but I just know he would say he’s thankful for his glorious mother. I’m sure of it. {And in the least cheesy way possible, I am thankful for all of you. Truly. Wishing you a wonderful holiday filled with

Dogs, Fishing & A Thankless Job
Lily: I am thankful for dogs. Not our dog, just other dogs. Cuter dogs. Ben: I am thankful for fishing. Evan: Doesn’t really speak, but I just know he would say he’s thankful for his glorious mother. I’m sure of it. {And in the least cheesy way possible, I am thankful for all of you. Truly. Wishing you a wonderful holiday filled with

Bread & Butter; A Kitchen Shoppe
I have a really bad habit of starting projects, getting completely and utterly obsessed and simply abandoning them a few months later. It’s kind of a joke with those who know me best, and really quite a marvel that I’ve manged to stick with this blogging thing as long as I have. One of my brief obsessions was a little kitchen store I had when we lived in Tennessee. It was called Bread & Butter, and was housed in an old wareh

The Life & Times of a Mommy Blogger
Who would knowingly allow her children to finger-paint topless in November with berry stained hands just so she could get a little blogging done? Me? Never.