My sweet beautiful precious babies turned 3 on Tuesday. I planned a mini-party at Tumble Time for them and then I was going to have a few people over Tuesday night for pizza and cupcakes. As we were eating our
Children have an amazing way of boosting your self-esteem or making you feel like an old, ugly, fat person. For example, Ava has taken to calling me “beautiful mommy”, which I fully support and encourage. She even draws me pictures
I went into my Pilates class at 10am and by the time I got out at 11am all hell had broken loose. I have this strange sixth sense habit of calling people right when calamity or crisis is taking place.