There are a handful of posts that people seem to read more often than others. For your reading pleasure (or, help falling asleep late at night?), here you go:
- If you found me by googling “Chuck E. Cheese balloon” (which, sadly, makes up most of my blog’s google traffic) – you will like this post: Party at Chuck E. Cheese’s and a Lesson Learned
- If you are really bored and want to read a small novel about how we were all sick for our first family vacation of four, you’ll enjoy this: Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’
- If you want to make your own homemade sugar scrub for your family and friends, check this out (trust me, it’s super duper easy): I Saw it on Pinterest! Homemade Sugar Scrub
- If you want to know what a “normal” (boring) day in my life is like, start here (there’s a whole series of these, yay!): The 21st of September
- If you want to read about my daughter’s natural birth (in a birth center), here you go: She’s Here! Claire Ellen’s Birth Story
- When I want to remember how it was nearly impossible to get out of the house with a newborn and a toddler who was smack dab in the middle of the Terrible Twos, I read this: First Solo Outing With Two Kids (Or, I Make it Out Alive!)
- When December rolls around and my wedding anniversary is coming up, I like to remember that I met my husband at a blackjack table when I was 21 and think, “Wow, I’m glad that turned out alright!”: Once Upon a Time, I Met a Guy at a Blackjack Table in Las Vegas and Married Him
- When I want to remember the time I decided a minivan might be cool after all, I read this: In Which I Recount the Horrors of This Morning’s Very Disturbing Revelation
- When I think about something important to me (besides my kids, of course), I think about riding horses: Back in the Saddle Again
- When I get nostalgic for life in the country and I start to miss what we had, I look at these pictures: Country Roads
- But then I remember the scorpions, and I’m suddenly not nostalgic anymore: The Scorpion Ranch
- And when I start to think I have this parenting thing down and I might not ruin my children’s lives after all, I think about this and realize that I really DON’T know what I’m doing – not even a little bit: When Kids Ask Tough Questions (or…More Proof I Have No Idea What I’m Doing)