Passing by Jack’s room, extending the thumbs up: “Hey buddy, good job on your room. It looks amazing.” Extending the thumbs up back to me: “Thanks mom, right back at you, good job on the parenting.”
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Passing by Jack’s room, extending the thumbs up: “Hey buddy, good job on your room. It looks amazing.” Extending the thumbs up back to me: “Thanks mom, right back at you, good job on the parenting.”
Can you please stop churning out Katrina/post Katrina series, specials, reality shows and the lot? I am just not fucking ready, and really think you have no right. all the best, Erika
I can’t even begin to imagine.
Seriously, are they still going on with that crap?
It’s 9:30 am and the cherubs have yet to rise. I’m currently hiding under the covers in bed, afraid to breathe too heavily, least I break the magical spell that has been cast upon DRY Ink headquarters. Sure I’ve missed the temple session I was planning on attending. But people, the cherubs, they are asleep,...
You stole my idea. I was asleep with the covers over my head instead of work today. People just have to undertand, the girl needs her sleep!
Basketball Mom: Sure, we can bring drinks to the game this Saturday. Basketball Playing Daughter: We can bring Gatorade! BBall Mom: Um, we’ll bring something. BBall Daughter: Yeah, cause we don’t have nothin’! BBall Mom: [nervous laughter] Yeah, we need to go shopping. BBall Daughter: We got beer! Coach Jeff: Well [shrugs] depending on how...
you have beer in your fridge, don’t try to hide it.
and speaking of flicker…my daddy is here and you’re NOT. what’s wrong with this picture?
Oh, this would so be me. So, SO be me. Sigh.
Did I mention I cut the grass yesterday?
I love those moments. Seriously love them.
Kids are freakin’ awesome!