Starting after Thanksgiving, I park my car a house or two down the street. Why? Am I making room for a “Lexus to Remember” complete with a big red bow on top? Nope. I’m desperately trying to preserve my kids’ belief in Santa. Well, at...
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Starting after Thanksgiving, I park my car a house or two down the street. Why? Am I making room for a “Lexus to Remember” complete with a big red bow on top? Nope. I’m desperately trying to preserve my kids’ belief in Santa. Well, at...
On Monday I blogged about the saga of my four year old’s stolen glitter shoes ($45 Jefferson Bling Glitter Native Shoes to be exact). Just to recap, her favorite shoes were stolen from the shoe cubby at a local trampoline park. I complained...
This past weekend, my four year old’s life became a Sex in the City episode. In A Woman’s Right to Shoes, Carrie goes to a baby shower hosted by her friend and new mom Kyra. Kyra makes everyone everybody take off their shoes and Carrie’s...
This past year my quality of life significantly improved. Full-time housekeeper? Lottery? Kids doing their own laundry? None of the above. Drum roll please…my first born is old enough AND responsible enough to babysit her sisters. You read that right, I can just...
