Miss Murder’s Sick Day Lemon Orzo Soup!
First, I want to make it abundantly clear that I’M NOT SICK, simply because I don’t have time for it. But if I was sick and hypothetically spent the entire long weekend in bed with a fever and lost voice, this is the soup I would (and did) make. It pulls together quickly and requires very little babysitting. It’s delicious, … Read More
A Realistic First Day of School
So if Pinterest has taught me anything, it’s that I majorly fail as a mother. And I’m okay with that. My children may not have picture perfect matching First Day of School outfits, but they know that they’re loved. And they know their mom is crazy happy for them to go back to school. Hooray! We didn’t have that elaborate … Read More
2017’s More Realistic Holiday Newsletter
After reading a few glowing family newsletters, I am more inspired than ever to continue the tradition of the Yardley’s More Realistic Holiday Newsletter. If you ever wanted to see how we really live, this is the way to do it. And here we go! 2017 started with a bang and ended with a whimper. LUKE travels constantly for work, … Read More
I Like To Eat Hair, And Other Thoughts From The Kiddos.
So perhaps some of you have seen this fun meme going around. You ask your kiddos a question without prompting them, and write down what they say. It’s a bit eye-opening and so much fun! Here were the answers from my five-year-old: *What is something I say a lot? Happy things. *What makes me happy? Hugging and kissing *What makes … Read More
Tea Party or Hostage Negotiation?
You decide. I’ve never seen our toys look so serious.
Listen, Kids, Mama Has a Deadline, So…
That’s right. Keep yourselves out of trouble, thanks.
I Love That This Is Our House.
Everything is worn and covered in stickers, but there is so much joy here. I snapped this picture today and really took a second to appreciate how lucky I am. It’s a loud house. It’s a very full house. This house is truly alive. <3
This Mother's Day Thing Is A Mixed Bag
We love our mothers. Of course we love our mothers. But they drive us crazy. They raised us wonderfully/strangely/amazingly/poorly or they didn’t raise us at all. They fill us with love or hate or guilt or horror or remorse. We take care of them or they take care of us. Perhaps we have never met them. Perhaps we like it … Read More
Walking Home in Vegas
This is one of my favorite pictures of all time.
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