Faux Fur: A Must Have in Any Girl’s Wardrobe?

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Forget princess dresses, she’s a superhero… also we don’t own any princess clothes.

Can we take a few minutes and chat about girl clothes?

When we found out that the Princess was in fact a girl (I can’t tell you how many times Mr. Spreadsheets made the ultrasound tech check and then recheck that she was actually a girl), I was stoked.

I was thrilled for a lot of reasons, but I have to admit that I thought girl clothes would be so fun.

And girl clothes are so fun… but… well there are some things that just frustrate me. Continue reading “Faux Fur: A Must Have in Any Girl’s Wardrobe?”

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Thriving Thirties

a-special-birthday-cakeI have to take a quick minute and admit that I LOVE being in my thirties.

I was a little bit worried as my 30th birthday approached, but now that I’m several years into this, I can whole heartedly admit that I love my thirties.

My twenties were a time of transition.

My twenties were great, my tummy was nice and flat,  my smile lines weren’t permanent, but let’s be honest, there was a lot of figuring life out.

Sure I’m still figuring life out one hour at a time, but I feel more equipped to handle things.  Continue reading “Thriving Thirties”

The Secret to Being a Good Friend is Being a Hufflepuff

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I’m a boring person.

I don’t like to do crazy things.

I am also not a fun and exciting friend.

But I’ve decided that while “fun” is… well fun, it isn’t the only thing I want in a friend, or the kind of friend I aspire to be.

I want to be the dependable, dedicated, and loyal friend.

I want to be the friend that you can count on to respond, to show up, and to help.

I’m convinced that 90% of being a good friend is just showing up.

That’s it.

I may feel this way because I’m not fun, I am a Hufflepuff after all. Continue reading “The Secret to Being a Good Friend is Being a Hufflepuff”

First Kid vs. Third Kid

FullSizeRender-9When Harry Potter was a baby we were pretty cautious of his schedule.

I remember carefully packing him snacks, extra clothes, and enough diapers to last a week, just to go to story time.

Things are a little different with the Princess.

I keep a couple of diapers in the the car just in case, but she sure as heck doesn’t have a change of clothes, and most of the time her “snack” is whatever I find in my bag.  Continue reading “First Kid vs. Third Kid”