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 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;
This has got to be my favorite summer project. Mostly because it means I don’t have to write these blogs from the chaos of the kitchen anymore. So this really weird room was an add on to our house from the previous owner. He wanted a “workshop” so he butchered our 2 ½ car garage and created this space. I am only grateful for it now that I have been kicked out of two home offices spaces in the last two years. That’s what happens when you have kids. They take all your space, and your sanity. Anyways, we used this little box room for tools, crafts, storage, junk, and finally I got tossed in here as well.
Hosting a wedding at a private residence is like starting with a totally blank slate. It’s totally awesome and yet very overwhelming at the same time.
Step One: Finding a venue for the big day
It’s a destination wedding!
So I’m a total crockpot whore. If it can be made in the crockpot, I’m about that life. I also like to freeze my crockpot meals, that way I can thaw them later and….put them back in the crockpot! These are a few of my wins.
So today we are talking all about breastfeeding. I want to start out by saying, this post is about helping women who chose to breastfeed. If you do not breastfeed for whatever reason, I love you all the same.
I’m sure you all have heard the phrase “try looking at the world through the eyes of a child”. Well, I personally never put any thought into those words until yesterday. My 3-year-old daughter changed my perspective, and cured a lifelong fear with just four words. (Mommy, don’t kill Charlotte.)