Hooked on Hooks
I am definitely hooked on hooks. In fact, I think I might just have them in every room and closet in my house. My house is small and hooks add storage space in a cute, yet functional way.
I am definitely hooked on hooks. In fact, I think I might just have them in every room and closet in my house. My house is small and hooks add storage space in a cute, yet functional way.
At least once a week, I think, “Who am I to think that I could do a blog? and that anyone would want to read it?” (That is probably the day I skip a post.) And at least once a month I verbalize my insecurity to my husband. I close my computer and consider bagging the whole project.
It was time to talk to Elle about The Birds and The Bees. My husband’s parents never said anything to him about sex-ever. He claims they never even talked to him about wearing deodorant. To my parent’s credit, my dad did talk to my sister and me, but it was a few years too late, and we still tease him to this day about his embarrassing methods.
One of my favorite activities to do on road trips is to play DJ. Everyone requests their favorite songs and then I play them off the iPad which is piped through the car stereo system. No one is listening to their own iPod or their own music at this point. We have a shared family music experience. Sometimes we bust out microphones (like lip gloss or suckers or water bottles or pocket knives), but we always sing our guts out.
I served dessert first. (I mean if we are going to talk about the end of the meal manners, we have to be at the end of the meal, right?) My kids were happy and surprised to see cookies on the table when they came to dinner.
I believe that the punishment should fit the crime- especially when parenting. Sometimes consequences are a no brainer. Like when I found the ABCs written in ball point pen on the dash of my car. It made sense to have the culprit “clean” it off. She couldn’t get the pen…