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For the moms that are crafty in their heads and not so much with their hands

(Yeah, that’s me too!) . . .

Read on for the easiest after school craft you ever did see. And the best part is you can toss the supplies in your cart at your next trip to the grocery store!

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October 5, 2016

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You and me. This past year when I’ve looked at your face I’ve seen mine. Not mine now, but mine then. Chipmunk cheeks, a gap-toothed grin, freckles sprinkled across a button nose. It’s strange and amazing to look at the kid you never saw in the mirror.

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Do you have a room in your home that you would consider the hardest working room in your house?

You’ll be surprised to know mine . . .

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August 25, 2016

Life to be lived in the in between | La La Lovely Blog

The last few weeks have felt like pseudo summer. Living in the half relax. It feels like summer, but it doesn’t. We swim. We play outside. We eat ice cream. And, then we spend equal amounts of time at Doctor’s offices and stores stocking up. Ella needs braces and Rocco needs glasses. I need a second opinion for both. We tired in trying on clothes to see what still fits and what we grew out of. Legs grew longer than the weeds this sticky summer. We made it through shots without any tears, which was a first in my thirteen years of motherhood. We stayed up late and thought, with contempt, about how, in days, we’d be getting up early, again.

This is what I call pseudo summer.

The long days, late mornings and twist cones trick us into thinking it will never end, but school supplies, shots and sports practices tell us otherwise.

Every year I’m racing the clock to get all of the “to dos” that need doing done. I don’t call it procrastination, I call it . . .

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August 9, 2016

Letting Go to Grow | La La Lovely

The summer sky was clear and faintly decorated with a few pillow-like clouds. The kind you believe you could walk on, but settle for making figures out of them, instead. Ella and I were driving to the airport. The one that takes forever to get to. She was the radio DJ and I was the driver – scanning stations for Bieber, while I scanned my thoughts for doubts.

The airport always surfaces the same two emotions for me…excitement and nervousness. An excitement to go somewhere. To chase adventure and take in change. And a nervousness to get there.

This time I wasn’t traveling. This time, and for the first time, . . .

 

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