Boobs, And Other Summer Hazards

Oh, she's SO got sand in places it should never be.

Oh, she’s SO got sand in places it should never be.

Ok, fair warning to my guy readers: this may not be the post for you. In fact, I’m pretty sure it isn’t…unless you want to be able to sympathize with the females in your life. Or send them the link.

Because I’m going to be talking about a woman problem, here, and you might not want to have this information, or potential visuals, running around your head. (No, I’m not going to provide any visuals, but if you’re imaginative at all, you might get a head full. I’m not responsible for any therapy bills)

Now that the guys are forewarned/vacated the post, ladies, can we have a chat? Continue reading

Mischief Managed!

The other day, I discovered that Cubby didn’t have a diaper on, under his Superman onesie.

I won’t give you the details of why that was discovered, but let’s just say there was evidence, and leave it at that.

Of course, the evidence was on my couch. Thank God for leather. Continue reading

Rules From THAT House

Rules from THAT house

Summer is almost here, in my neck of the woods. School is almost out.

Maybe it’s because we have a lot of kids (compared to the ‘average’ family), but our house tends to be THAT house…the one all the kids gather at. Kids I’ve never even seen in the neighbourhood before tend to end up in our yard.

Honestly, I don’t mind having a yard full of kids. But, it would absolutely help if there were a few ground rules that everyone could agree on. Continue reading