Why We Do What We Do

I love blogging.  True story.  There are so many things about it that appeal to me, from the connections that we make, to finding a voice of our own. I could never be… Continue reading →

And Then There Were Four – The Birth of a Legend

I’m going to try really hard to do this all in order.  I was totally in my own little world for SO MUCH of this whole event that I know I’m missing huge… Continue reading →

Let Me Be Your Cautionary Tale

I know that the proper thing to do here would be to string you along for a while and really make you WORK for this advice, but I’m not a bitch (as long… Continue reading →

I have a lot of feelings

I read a post a while back about what to write about that stuck with me.  I’ve seen lots of people apologize on their blogs about content or lack there of, and I… Continue reading →

Short and Sweet – Because I’m Not

So it’s been an exciting day here at The Best Life.  My midwife came for a home visit (one of about a billion reasons why I love midwives!) and she gave me some… Continue reading →

The Weekly Wrap Up

Well kittens, we made it.  It’s Friday!  Did y’all know that this weekend is a SUPER LONG weekend for me?  My beautiful Russian friend from Denmark by way of Japan by way of… Continue reading →

Things are Going to Get Wild Up In Here

Last night, I had what may be one of my favorite conversations ever with Husbandio. In the interest of full disclosure, that is a complete lie.  It would be impossible to choose a… Continue reading →

I want to take your PEEKCHURE!

Have you ever had one of those moments where you meet someone and know instantly that you want them to take a picture of your most intimate body parts? I know, it happens… Continue reading →

Mama Was Queen of the Mambo

It’s been a musical day, kittens!  I finally remembered to grab all the cds I wanted out of the basement and so my drive to work was MAGICAL. Years ago, I was introduced… Continue reading →

Bring Me Your Finest Granola

Ok guys…brace yourselves.  My inner hippie is about to unleash. It’s no great secret that being pregnant brings out my inner hippie.  I mean, I’m not wearing Birkenstocks (FINE, I did last time… Continue reading →