When I first sat down in front in front of my screen, it was to write about my two tiny dancers, who, unlike their mother before them who took ballet for many, many years in the basement of a bowling alley and danced, poorly, for many many years learning to…
This is sponsored content by BlogHer and Kelloggs. It’s no secret that I am a weeeeeee bit of a picky eater. I fit somewhere in between my son, who eats approximately 4 things and refuses to try anything new unless I bribe him with silly bandz and even then he…
I’m not even sure what I am wearing today. I could be wearing Emily’s jeans for all I know. And it’s possible that my cardigan belongs to my husband. It’s long. Maybe too long, which is good, I guess, because my jeans are too tight, because they likely belong to…
