I think in pictures. Envisioning the future, what it would be like for something to happen, I usually have one small concrete image, a moment, captured in my mind as the example of that happening. And I focus on it. Sometimes on purpose and sometimes not so much ( Read more... )

Scene: bedtime ( Read more... )

( Oh My God )

So I realized today that not too long after posting that long awesome post about how Stephen puts the kids to bed on a regular basis, Alli has gone to bed with me pretty much every night. I have definitely said "You do it" to him and he has never refused, but at least four times that I can think of, he has come back out with her still awake and ( Read more... )

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Is it insane that I love the smell of my son so much that all I want to do when I hold him is bury my face in his hair and breathe him ( Read more... )

Stephen rolled his eyes when I made him take these photos. He said, "None of your friends are going to notice that you cut your hair. Not even if you post the photos and say 'HEY GUYS! I CUT MY HAIR!!!!!' They're all going to be like, uh ... sure you did. It was really long before and it's still really long. Looks the same ( Read more... )

OK, so Stephen's in Aberdeen painting and who knows what else (he promised photos when he's done) and everyone else is asleep, so I decided to be brave and experiment with my hair ( Read more... )

I haven't shampooed my hair since last Tuesday. The only reason I used the poo then (at that point, it had been six days) was because I was trying to wean off of it slowly, so I didn't want to wait for the horrible detox symptoms to get unbearable before I used it ( Read more... )

But if you've ever met me or even just seen a photo of me, you already know that. Despite my best efforts to hide it or ignore it for a large portion of my life, I am ready to embrace it. I am a Curly GirlI always have been and I always will be ( Read more... )