The giveaway is closed to new entries! I will be selecting a winner at random and will notify the winner soon! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am doing a giveaway for a beautiful, sweet little girls' apron. It ties around the back, has buttons down the front and has a cute little pocket for your chef-in-training to keep their mandolin or their chinoise in. Or whatever else fits. As you can see, it is pink with white polka dots and white trim. The buttons alternate in pink and white. I made this myself, and I will make one for you too! Well, not really for you. Unless you are a child who is extremely adept at using a computer to visit blogs. Which there probably are some. But really, it is for your daughter, your granddaughter, your neighbor's daughter, your niece, your BFF's daughter, or any other little girl that you love enough to try and win this for. You can also see more pictures of the apron over at Airing My Dirty Laundry . Entering is easy. Ways to enter are: 1. F...
How can you battle caffeine addiction? Um, you tell me because I have no idea and I've been struggling hard against becoming addicted to caffeine. Heck, I even struggle against the idea of needing something like caffeine to get through my day. But the truth is that caffeine is like having a secret mommy superpower. Caffeine makes me brave. Caffeine makes me want to live my life to the fullest. I can accomplish things when I have had coffee. It...dare I say it? It makes me a better person. For example, when getting ready to go to the park with the kids, I normally just throw whatever on myself and the kids, and walk out the door. But when I have had coffee it makes me do crazy things like care about our appearance. And, because I am nursing my 2 month old, she can also accomplish amazing things. When I have had coffee, I can do a million things at once - like clean everything while talking on the phone with caffeine-less friends, nurse the baby , and just about anythin...
Having a baby and being exhausted a lot of the time makes me feel really old and decrepit. Sometimes I see a picture of myself and I am surprised by how young I look, simply because I feel so old. And something about feeling old makes me want to at least fake youthfulness. In fact, I think this is what you call a mid-life crisis. Or a mid-childbearing crisis. I don't want to be matronly. I don't want to be called "Ma'am". I want to be youthful and be called "Miss". Sure, the correct term for a married woman with 3 children is "Ma'am". But I am throwing convention to the wind here because I pretty much want to pretend. I want to get hip. Be cool again (ok, I've never actually been cool, but I did say this was for pretends). So I took a little trip down to the fantastic Euphoria Salon for some help. Here is before, at home with the baby. Clearly something needs to be done with those split ends either way. Soooo.... let's cho...
I seriously had the aero bed blown up for the entire time I felt really sick! Too funny :)
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