So as I mentioned in
This is personal writing that I did not intend to share. So the letter below is a very raw piece I wrote to my child. I feel compelled to share all of this now because of the shadow and stigma attached to any child labeled “less than perfect”.
These next few posts were actually not written for this blog, they were just my person pieces, written because that’s how I deal with stress. I decided to blog this part of my life because I think maybe it could help someone else. Also, it is real, true and very relevant to me, and that is what I promise you guys when I write.
Well two full months after the wedding, I am back at it again. No, not another wedding, trust me, never again! Another party though, actually two parties. One baby shower for my sweet Heather, and one christening reception for my youngest daughter. The baby shower has lots of surprises, so I’ll share that on a separate post later.
I wanted to write you all a really quick post about some nail polish. Yes, I know there are more important things in life but I’m excited about this shit ok. I was shopping at the Kroger and I saw OPI had a line of Gel polishes. I love OPI and that is really the only brand of nail polish I buy so I haven’t jumped on the “Gel Manicure at home” train yet. Well, chooo chooo hunny!
Just a little follow up to yesterday’s post, where I was ranting and raving about enrolling my daughter in college, I mean pre-school. So what I didn’t tell you guys is that yesterday I got to stay in the classroom and observe. Today was our first drop off day.
Does this little baby look like she can be dropped off??? OK, fine this is an old picture, but she still looks like this to me.
So even as I type that I laugh. Why? Because there is nothing “BASIC” about pre-school. My plan was to keep our 3-year old home with me for one more year. Her birthday is late October, so next year pre-school and then on to Kindergarten.
So school has started or is starting in the next day or two. Just a friendly PSA to brush up on your school bus rules. OK, first of all let’s remember when we were kids on the school bus. Yes, that’s right, I didn’t have one of those booshie ass childhoods. I rode the school bus. Yes, kids picked on me and I am semi -traumatized from the school bus, but that is not the point. The point is;
I don’t think these pictures need a lot of my yammering, just enjoy.
I have two really quick mini projects to share with you guys. One is a kid friendly project. These pics are super self explanatory but if you have any questions, shoot me a message or comment.