The Future Rachel Zoe
Some time last year, Nikki’s “I Dress Myself” fashion statements became kinda cool. Most of them are still insane, but I’m definitely seeing a type of style or method to her madness lately. In the midst of this style development, I’ve started letting her help me get dressed in the mornings. Gone are the days of the solid color shirt and converse. She’s helping me branch out by talking me into things like feather earrings and outfits that don’t... Read More
I Am Doing What I Hate The Most In The Blogging World…
…I’m blogging to tell you why I haven’t been blogging. HATE. HATE. HATE. But…I do have family and friends who kinda worry when I’m absent and I also just want the internet to know that I’m not neglecting my blog intentionally. I’ve started a half-marathon training class that I can’t wait to tell you all about. (I’m learning! Who knew?) My volunteer gigs at E’s high school have had me needing to be several meetings recently... Read More
Nap Time!
A few weeks ago I was sick and home alone and needing somewhere to nap. My bedroom was not an option because the guy across the street had his saw out in his driveway which was all I could hear in my bedroom. I went to Wes’s room instead, because it’s on the back side of the house which has fewer noise options. I had the BEST. NAP. EVER. in his twin bed. Friday night was a rough night of little sleep due to Wes’s leg cramps and my need to hear my phone ring... Read More
Older.
Nikki is in school now. And while she probably isn’t any different than she was two weeks ago, I feel like she is so much older. Talking about hot lunches and recess. P.E. and the Library. Being teased and making friends. Two weeks and suddenly I feel like she is no longer my little girl. She’s always had a tendency to act older. She has a teenage brother so she has a lot of contact with teenagers. Add in my tendency to let her watch shows like Glee with me, and... Read More
The Power Of Shared Experiences
I parent my kids in may of the same ways my Dad parented me. However, there are many privileges I had as a child that he did not, so I experienced things he didn’t have first-hand experiences with. (Just like I didn’t understand his stories of waking up before school to milk the cows.) My childhood, while still quite different from the one my children are living (We had no air-conditioning growing up! Quit your whining, kids!), it’s was still very similar... Read More
