Monthly Archives: July 2013

Well, Big Bird Isn’t All That Frightening

So, I have this thing with birds. It’s not, like, a clown-territory fear *shudder*, but there’s something about birds that makes me incredibly uneasy. Perhaps it’s because some birds have no boundaries when it comes to people. Thanks to people like, say, the bird lady in Mary Poppins, some birds…

Pulling It Together, I Guess

Isabella sure is enjoying being an only child. Still. Do you miss them now? No. Do you miss them now? No. Do you miss them NOW? No. Oh yes. We have done all kinds of things that she likes to do. I’m saying yes much more often because you know…

Where I Have Been, What I Have Done

We pulled into our driveway, we were a motley crew indeed. A tired dad, a coughing mom, an only child, an orange fair bear, an Irish lad, a space bear, and a whalethatmightbeadolphin. All properly belted, of course. It was a long trip, but we were glad to be home….

No Bedazzling Here

Sometimes I exaggerate. Not on this blog, of course. Or on social media. There are too many tweenagers reading who would immediately call me out for even the slightest bit of embellishment. No bedazzling of my stories, you guys—it’s all 100% accurate. BUT! I occasionally will say something like, “Oh…

Miss Martell Goes To Washington

We lay in our sick beds, Isabella on the left and I on the right. We ate Halls—two different kinds, and Cepacol—which neither one of us could stomach, really. We sent our daddy and husband to eat dinner on his own while we stayed in the room and tried to…

Unfiltered. Unedited. Uninstagrammed.

This blur with her arms outstretched? That’s Isabella. Unfiltered. Unedited. Uninstagrammed. That’s what happens when you take a third child on a solo vacation. Yesterday, we went to a llama farm—where we hiked with llamas through the gorgeous mountains of Lexington, Virginia, we went to a blackberry farm—where we picked…

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