Happy Halloween! Today, I am going to share my inspiration board for tonight’s get together and tomorrow I will share pictures of the real deal! Pinterest is famous for making us all feel like entertaining goddesses who can conquer the crafting universe with one cute photo! I know that’s why I love it. But, often times I am left wondering what the hell I did differently than creativemommy.whatever because my homemade gift looks less like a mason jar full of perfectly homemade sugar scrub and more like a jar full of dirt. So, for the sake of keeping it real, tomorrow I will share with all of you my wins and misses of tonight’s Halloween extravaganza! Below is my inspiration board:
Could there be a more perfect time to be pregnant!? I’m eating candy for two, bi*%hes!! Here’s a few quick and easy costume ideas for those of you with buns in your ovens!
As a mother, this video breaks my heart.
It’s happening and it is happening a little too quickly if you ask me. We have entered the world of…BOYS! My daughter is now 12 and I guess I should probably consider myself lucky since
According to new pediatrics guidelines, infants should sleep in the same room as their parents for a minimum of the first six months of life and an optimum of a year to prevent sudden infant death syndrome (SIDS). However, the study strongly reminds parents that babies should be sleeping in their own crib, separate from the parent’s beds.
Maybe election years are always bipolar. Maybe I’m just getting older and really seeing the long-term consequences to actions on a global scale. Or maybe the entire world has gone cuckoo for cocoa puffs this really is one of the most absurd years in modern history. I’ve found myself repeating the “But it’s 2016, that’s not possible!” remark multiple times. Or “There’s no way anyone will ever go for that…” and “Are we sure we didn’t drive 88 mph in a Delorian and wind up back in 1955?” but sadly, no, it is not. This is real life.
As a kid, I ate dinner with my grandparents every evening. Without fail at every mealtime, my grandfather would remind me that if I didn’t eat my vegetables, my hair would fall out and everyone at school would think I was a boy, which would mean I would have to join the football team. (I hate football.) I’m too embarrassed to admit how old I was before I realized that, along with my broccoli, he had been feeding me a steaming bowl of lies my whole life.
To say that I have been tired lately is definitely an understatement but I have SO much to do before this little muffin arrives and today I made the commitment to push through the exhaustion.
My thoughts on this final debate.
I have hit a slump. My house is a mess. I have bags full of random things to fill the nursery strewn about when they should, at the very least, be contained-within the nursery. I mean, that makes the most sense, right?