It’s not just my eyebrows that I will sometimes take color-related liberties with. Although I vowed sometime around 23 or 24 to never cut my own hair again, I will from time to time rebel against the salon and take my color into my own hands. So…if you follow me on Instagram, then you are probably already aware that I’ve… Read more →
Author: Morgan
The Sexiest Post EVER! Car Seats!
I have the worst headache. It might be from my allergies acting up, but more likely, it’s from the fact that Delilah is FINALLY big enough for a convertible car seat and the things you are forced to care about as a parent when selecting a car seat for your precious cargo are enough to make your brain want to… Read more →
Just, YES.
I’m all mani-obsessy over Creativity Cards on Cargoh. How was your weekend? Read more →
Purple Haze
[This Hello Kitty nail polish washes off with soap and water.] Read more →
Ashley Judd Made Me Look Inward. Ugh.
Have you read the piece that Ashley Judd wrote for The Daily Beast about the recent media attack on her “puffy face”, but moreover about how not okay it is that such attacks even take place? Because you really should. Judd’s essay is the kind of op-ed that makes you sit back and listen. She confronts both the overtly tacky… Read more →
Little Treasures.
[Oh, hey look! Had an at-home color mishap and now my hair is Easter Egg pink.] 5:30 this morning, Dee soaks our bed in pee. I get up to start to cleaning. On my way to the bathroom, I step in poop. Barefoot. {Stinkerbell.} Wash my foot, get a fresh diaper for Dee, step in an errant piece of the… Read more →
Stinkerbell.
I really don’t want three dogs. I know she’s small, and adorable, and she lets Dee carry her around like a toy, but I really don’t want three dogs. We’re calling her Stinkerbell, because we needed to call her something, and she was kind of stinky when she got here, she gives you the Stink eye whenever she gets a… Read more →
My Living Room Is Killing Me
Scott and I moved in to this place as boyfriend and girlfriend six years ago. We hardly imagined we’d have our first kid here…not to mention three dogs…because EF THAT. (Yes, the puppy is still shacking up here.) Anyway, this place was built in 1965 and it oozes California Modern (circa 1965) from it’s every recessed fixture and wood paneled… Read more →
Cough Cough Wheez
No…I’m not smoking virtual pot (although sometimes it seems that way on Twitter). I’m stupid sick. And I’m SO CRANKY about it. And have extra work to do, and my back hurts, and preschool costs so much money, and DO YOU THINK I’M GOING TO WIN THE LOTTERY TOMORROW? This picture makes me smile though (sorry for the double do… Read more →
Bedtime is for Suckers
Last night, it was Scott’s turn to put Dee to bed (which lately consists of fielding her desperate shrieks for a few minutes before she either conks out or we cave to her pleas to sleep in Mommydaddy’s room — how did bedtime go so wrong?!). But this time, he emerged without so much as a peep from Sweet Dee. … Read more →