248 + 150 + 17 weeks
This child. Oh my goodness, this child. She screamed for over an hour today because I wouldn’t let her have Mila’s straw, and no other straw–even one of the same color–will do.
I am THISCLOSE to listing her on Craigslist. What do you suppose is the going rate for gently used threenagers?
(I jest. I would never sell her. But she’s certainly testing the limits of my love these days.)
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The day is not too distant when this big boy will outgrow his swing. What a tragedy that will be.
He loves it, and so do I. He naps so well there! #mompriorities
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One of the most frequent questions I get when people visit our house is whether all the plants are real. Yes, yes they are. They’re real and they’re spectacular.
Since I love them so and people seem interested, let’s talk about ’em. Tomorrow I’m kicking off the first ever Houseplant Week on ye olde blogge. I’ll be sharing a few of the plants I have + love, where I got them, and most importantly, how the heck I keep them alive. (Short answer: child labor. See above photo.) (Not really. I keep them alive in spite of the attentions of my children, not because of them.) (The struggle is real.)
Houseplant Week! It’s a thing! It’s gonna be great! See you tomorrow!
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