Mr Blue Eyes is turning two. Where did the past two years go? I can’t imagine a time when he wasn’t here. The baby boy I longed for. If Muffin Man was the child who broke me, Mr Blue Eyes was the one who built me back up again. He was pure joy. I felt… Continue reading The Story of Mr Blue Eyes
Author: danamsmith
Less Is More: My January Task to Simplify Our Lives
Can less ever truly be more? We hear the expression ‘less is more’, but we don’t really see it in action. Think about it, how many ads, shows, magazines, even friends, are telling us that more is better? You NEED to have the newest 'fill in the blank here’. From beauty, to clothes, to household… Continue reading Less Is More: My January Task to Simplify Our Lives
The Story of the Muffin Man
My husband wanted kids before I did. He began mentioning it before I was even thinking about it. He started pointing out cute babies. Everywhere it felt like. Then he announced one day while we sat on the couch that we should start trying for kids. I laughed. Surely he was joking. He was not.… Continue reading The Story of the Muffin Man
Drowning in Things and Trying to See My Floor (and My Sanity) Again
Stuff. SO much stuff. When did this happen? When did we start drowning in things? Surely we can’t be the only household that feels overwhelmed by stuff. I should start by saying I love organization. I love everything having it’s place. I enjoy a streamlined looking house and environment in general. So how did it… Continue reading Drowning in Things and Trying to See My Floor (and My Sanity) Again
Diving In
Summer. As a kid it was definitely my favorite season. I loved the long, sunny days filled with running around the neighborhood. We were outside until the sun went down. My absolute favorite thing by far about summer was swimming. I've always been in love with the water. My dad actually nicknamed me Weasel because… Continue reading Diving In
Burnt Grilled Cheese (and a Mother’s Love)
I had an epiphany. One of those, 'OMG I get it now' ones. One that made me question if my mom had been lying to me for my entire childhood. 'Mommy! Mommy! I want milllllllk!' 'Okay, okay. I'll get it. Im just trying to finish up your grilled cheese.' As you've already guessed, I'm standing… Continue reading Burnt Grilled Cheese (and a Mother’s Love)
Emptying My Trunk with a Grateful Heart
As I roll around town with a trunk full of baby toys, and other various baby related items, I realize I'm moving onto a new stage in life. It's weird, sad, exhilarating, freeing, scary, and exciting all at once. My last baby is one. He's no longer a baby really. He's a toddler. Well, more… Continue reading Emptying My Trunk with a Grateful Heart
Towanda: My New Frenemy
Today ladies I want to talk about something millions of women are affected with. (I'm assuming) The mom pooch. If you’ve had more than two kids and have no pooch I want to know what kind of deal you made with the devil? How do you NOT have a little loose skin? Did you find… Continue reading Towanda: My New Frenemy
A Laptop, My Sanity, and Rediscovering a Dream
I think when I was in middle school I figured out the thing I loved doing the most. We had an open writing assignment. What I wrote was awful, but I loved coming up with an idea and having the freedom to write about anything I chose. In high school I… Continue reading A Laptop, My Sanity, and Rediscovering a Dream
Self Love and Other Inspirational Crap I Felt Inspired to Write
'You're not really free until you stop to comparing yourself to others.' I heard this listening to Joel Osteen on XM radio today. (Yes, I like listening to Joel Osteen. He's a positive guy who makes excellent points about life in general. It's something I find to be helpful and inspiring.) It made me stop… Continue reading Self Love and Other Inspirational Crap I Felt Inspired to Write