Let’s make this quick. (That’s what he said).
I’m on day four of the Atlanta Snowpocalypse, so you already know I’ve got my hands full.
My kids have been home from school since noon on Tuesday when the snow started to fall. Boy, howdy—they do love the snow.
Once upon a time, I was a serial crafter.
I love making things. All kinds of things. Always have.
Earliest crafting memory? When I was about 7-years-old my mom signed me up for a Saturday morning holiday ornament class at the local craft store. I’ve been a craftaholic ever since.
Why, of course I still have those ornaments! Aren’t you adorable to ask! (#hoarder)
This first one was made from a tuna can. Honest to Pete. Nothing says “Welcome Baby Jesus!” like the lingering redolence of Chicken of the Sea…
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As part of a new series we’ll call The Best of The Bearded Iris, the following is my most popular post of 2013 (originally published January 9, 2013).
Happy New Year, friends. Stay warm today!
Damn. Parenting is hard.
Every day is a veritable obstacle course of responsibilities and decisions.
And just when you feel like you’ve gotten one part of parenting down because nobody got a cavity this year or burned down the house with their new chemistry set, something else goes horribly wrong. It’s the Murphy’s Law of Parenting. Continue reading
Dobbie is back! He’s my family’s Elf on the Shelf and he is pretty popular around these parts.
If you’re just joining us, you can catch up on all of Dobbie’s most memorable adventures from the last few years HERE.
I have to admit, I’m enjoying him now more than ever… probably because every time Dobbie makes my kids smile or laugh, it eases my guilt for being such a Halloween slacker this year.
Also, this year, for the first time, Bucket Head has started communicating with Dobbie. Continue reading
When we last left our heroine…
Wait. I’m sorry, I just despise that word. I can never remember if it’s heroin or heroine and then I get nervous that people will think I’m leaving my smack lying around all willy nilly.
(Quick Google check and heroine-with-an-e it is. I know—I’ll create a pneumonic device to help me remember: the e is for extra excellent feeeeemale hero. Got it. Oh wait, is it pneumonic or mnemonic? Shit. And you wonder why I don’t write more often.)
Digression ending in 3-2-1…
Heroine. With an e. That would be me. Hiya!
If you’re just joining us, Continue reading
This is the first year all three of my kids have extra-curricular activities and life seems to have gotten a bit more unmanageable all of a sudden.
Tell you what though, as much as I sometimes envy my friends with only one child, there really is something special about the life-lessons and social skills kids with siblings
have to endure get to experience.
Recently we had a very interesting situation dropped in our laps. Continue reading