I used to be the girl that said, “I rarely sweat, even when I work out.” And then I did hot yoga. So… yeah. Not that girl anymore.

Rising from a site that has known the deepest sadness, has felt the gravity of unfathomable loss.

That’s the thing about traveling as a mom; you can’t wait to get time away, but when you get back you pay the price in exhaustion.

Weather-wise, we will be in the sixth circle of Hell for about another three months down here in Florida, but for the rest of the country–tip back your pumpkin spice lattes and pull out those weird cornucopia-looking decorations–because fall is here!

When you live in Florida and it’s infernally hot most of the year, the only thing worse than having to drag yourself through the soup we call “air” is getting sun spots from said crazy/hot summer weather.

Is there a stage in childhood characterized by the asking of a bajillion questions per day? If so, I believe we are firmly in it.

When you spend a substantial amount of time running errands in the car or in school pickup lines, you get to either know your friends very well or get to know a podcast or ten. I do both.

It’s that special time of year when the beauty gods smile down and give us a discount on all of our favorite products.

This past Thursday I woke up at 6:30 between four pale pink walls, shivering underneath a paper-thin polka dot sheet, with Wedding Ariel (for beginners, that’s The Little Mermaid after she’s no longer a mermaid–#sellout) wedged between my hip and the mattress.

Let me start off by saying, my kitchen has only looked this clean once, and that was for the half hour it took to take these pictures.