Beautiful. And I couldn’t agree more. «:» Terrifying words: “resistant to sedatives“… «:» Ouch, my mom had that when I was a kid and it is terrible! «:» I weep for this development too. Too soon, too soon! «:» Yes, he’s trying to tell you more vegetable oil! «:» Building great men one at a time. Let’s keep it going :)
Bum bum bum…
Well, I’m leaning towards pathological myself.
Don’t forget to follow CrankMama to her new home: Redsy. Bring her some cookies.
Here’s a secret… I didn’t actually name my kids after the boys on My Three Sons.
Let’s all scream STOP together.
Sara just saved you almost a hundred dollars.
This makes me so.freaking.happy. (If you don’t read Julia, when she says ’13’ she’s referring to pregnancy number 13. She has one child so far and is now pregnant with twins after, well, lots more than I have space for here. Go read her blog.) Did I mention I’m happy? For someone I’ve never met and doesn’t have any idea who I am? That’s how compelling her story is.
Um… Tick tock!
Go tell Shannon she’s got a hot ass.
And I suspect that Kevin needs a hug.
Dillinger? Seriously? I want to poke myself in the eye with a fork.
Erin is right, you have to read this. And I dare you to not snort so hard you swallow your tongue.
Hey, I was there in 1984 too! That was an amazing show. I saw Bowie the next weekend — on my 16th birthday no less. That was mumble-mumble years ago, and it is still one of the best memories of that decade.
Oh, and just an aside here. Yesterday evening Robbie was examining my feet and said “Mommy, why do you have cracks on your feet? And why are they so hard? And I think you need to shave. Today.”