that’s a snazzy bouquet.

Thanks to about five Luna bars, I can finally take a dump. I am sick and tired of looking for a new house. I am neither sick nor tired of planning my Chicago trip with Aughra and Poo. We booked our hotel this week – yay! Children are more impatient about an impending baby than…

what happens in our bedroom.

Last night, Scott and I spent way too much time and had way too much fun with this site. We joked that we’d just give our baby four consecutive names from the list, like Commodore Bradley Meyer Lillian. Or Tiny Byrd Celestia Tennessee. We joke now, but watch, it may happen. It’s by far the…

overheard #47

Kya: Mommy, I have something really¬†important to tell you. Me: Yeah? What’s that? K: (lowers voice to loud whisper) I really do have a boyfriend. Me: You do? K: Yes. And he is invisible. Me: Oh. Well that’s better than a real one, anyway.