I'm a kid who never thought she'd be married or a mom.
Now I'm both.
And that's just fine with me.
I can’t even think of one sarcastic or funny thing to say here, as love struck as I am over my new notecards.
Check it:
I actually put my family name here, as in “The San Diego Mommasons.” Original, eh?
Here’s the back of the card:
Myra from Moon and Back Studios designed it special. I bet she’d do […]
Normally this post would go in the Momma Love section, but I’m busy making beans, so this must suffice as my post today. Meanwhile, please transmit fart death ray thoughts into the universe and pray that I don’t gas anyone to death with my super-farticious beans. I don’t know why, but my beans are always […]
My friend, Farrah, gave this to Toots for her 4th birthday, and can I just say, “thank you“? And for a proper re-enactment of how I might say that, please shout it using all your lung capacity.
Because this entertains Toots (and Booger, who as you probably will guess, promptly shoved some of it up […]
I am bonkers for this stuff. I believe that I associate the smell of it with childhood, which brings good tidings. It’s got a beautiful eucalyptus smell that reminds me of the Vick’s VapoRub my dad used to use on us kids. For everything. Seriously. Loose tooth? Vicks. First period? Vicks. Herpes Simplex A? You […]
I don’t know, I kind of have a licensed character aversion. My brother has it, too, and refuses to dress his son in clothes with any trace of Bob the Builder or Thomas, preferring instead those drab, uniformy-looking kid’s clothes you get when you shop in Asia.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
So: Dora. […]
Can I just tell you how many kick ass things I’ve found here? A brand new Lilly Pulitzer jacket for my one-year-old ($2), Gymboree dresses ($3.99), Banana Republic totally awesome jacket ($8.99), the best purse in the universe ($9.99). And more!
Usually, I don’t buy unless the item is new or drycleaned (and you can tell). […]
I have a lot of kid’s books. This one is my favorite of all time. It’s silly (as the title so helpfully suggests) but not in that annoying way, maybe like, say, Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You? read 100 times at breakneck speed. I could read The Seven Silly Eaters again and again and […]
