In my dreams I’m a “classy lady”, the kind who buys only nice things and gives her friends and family only the finest gifts. In my other dreams I’m the “fun mom”, laughing and playing with my kids all the time. In reality I don’t think anyone would call me “classy”. Classy ladies don’t fart…
Yesterday, Joe took a half day and attended the NC State Fair. Joe and I have gone to the fair every year. Ironically, neither of us enjoys large crowds, but somehow, each year, we procure free tickets and go anyway. However, we always have a great time and power through our distaste for large groups…
The bottle says, “child-safe” but that doesn’t mean anything. Trust me. My 3-year old opened a “child-safe” bottle of Ibuprofen in 10 seconds flat. Luckily, I turned around just before he decided to “eat the candy”. I often struggle to open medicine bottles and thought for sure no child would ever be able to get…
I have a pretty rambunctious little boy. He likes to climb. So we took precautions and secured our tall furniture to the wall. I thought we were doing good. I thought we had a safe home. So boy was I surprised when this dresser tipped over onto Jude. (see below) Here’s what happened…. Sunday afternoon…