Lisa Nolan
It's about to get real up in here. Today I'm going to tell you how much I weigh. And some other crap. Not that I particularly want to, but I think it's important to keep it real here on the blog. Until yesterday, we did not have a scale in this house.
Ninee (def: airplane, in TuckTalk). Dedicated to finding humor, support and resources for my son with developmental delays of "The Middle World," one where the spectrum exists, but an autism diagnosis does not.
So one of the things I've been trying to do, while Madison is at preschool, is to get Reagan some friends of her own. When Madison was a baby, I was a first time mom (obviously).
I've just about had it with this weather. My fingers ache when I go outside, my car takes 3 hours to warm up, and I'm going to have to sell my favorite child to pay our heating bill this month. I do, however, love chili when the weather is freezing, and this chicken chili did not disappoint.
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The Mother of All Meltdowns http://amzn.to/19mrYYY, a tell-all collection of moms' finest (worst, completely awful) moments. A mother of five, she also blogs at MommiFried http://mommifried.com/, an outlet for her creative writing and a way for her to share her later-in-motherhood experiences with all women and parents.
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I originally wrote this for a Ghost Story series on Funny Life Stories. A childhood friend had a farm that we visited frequently. We spent hours upon hours riding horses or just running around the acres of land. But there was one area we would never venture near.
'Twas three days after Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was resting, not even a mouse. The stockings were strewn on the floor with no care, spilling their goods- Saint Nicholas had been there. The children were hopped up and jumping on beds, while sugar from sugar-plums went to their heads.
For as long as I can remember, I craved the deep mother-daughter connection I always felt was missing from my relationship with my mother. Though we're close, we've never shared the same interests and passions that she has with my sisters.
In a recent interview, Jennifer Lawrence voiced her opinion regarding the television show "Fashion Police" on E!, quoting it as, If you read this blog you know how much I love the . If you don't usually read this blog, I am a fan.
I am relatively new to the world of iPhone. I have had my phone for exactly one month and now I honestly don't know how in the world I ever lived without it. When I say my entire life is on my phone I am so not exaggerating.
Many men take a very active role in child-rearing in this modern day. There are baby-change-stations in public mens' rooms. And I've even seen a 'Father's Room', complete with rocking chairs, for feeding and caring for babies and children. It's a good thing. When I was growing up, it was not so.
I toss around the term "memoir blogger" (this is my life, yo!), "lifestyle blogger" (this is my so called life) but really Say it Rah-shay is the virtual soapbox where I share my life, talk about parenting a tween (And where is What to Expect When Your Child Hits Puberty?).
If you are a Christmas tree aficionado ... If you wait all year to let your inner Martha Stewart run rampant with ribbon and garland and tinsel, oh my! ... If you summarily reject ornaments because they are not the "right" shade of Christmas red ...
Hey kid, if you think it would be a good idea to ruin vacation by peeing on the hotel room floor in a passive aggressive 4-year-old version of F-you and then call it an "accident"-- it wouldn't.
Once upon a time there was a dinosaur. He said RAWR. Others laughed when he rawred. Sometimes they would rawr back, which would make the dinosaur rawr louder. Everyone would laugh. There would be more rawring. Louder rawring. So much rawring can make a dinosaur hungry.
Some people might read what I am about to confess and call it a "blonde moment." I am, after all, a blonde. I have also admitted before that motherhood has most certainly made me dumber than I used to be. So, if that is the conclusion you draw, then so be it.
is the mantra that runs through my head, when I'm trying to find a Zen place in the face of a day's worth of toddler chaos. Unfortunately, a few hours into said day, I start talking back to the voices in my head. "But this is the THIRD time she's literally spilled her milk!
It was a regular day at the local shopping centre. Being December, the centre was decorated with tinsel and holly and all things Christmas. Carols were creating jolly white noise and the atmosphere was festive as we went about our business.
