California born, Nashville living, lots of babies, lots of lifestyle. Hang around and let's be friends!
My littlest boy, Lukey has had a funny tummy recently. Nothing major so I won’t get dramatic, but he didn’t like something he ate, or maybe he’s just nervous. And to be honest, these days I don’t really blink at anything more than a high fever, because with 3 kids, it’s always something. And I figure, let the babies drink the bathwater.
Girls. I found magic in a bottle. Not the kind that’s reverse aging, sorry that’s not real, but the kind that saves your face before a big awards week like we have next week. It’s Mario Badesco’s drying lotion. If you have a pimple (which I've complained about recently on my insta stories), you stick your q-tip in this magic potion to the bottom of the bottle (don’t shake), dab your pimple and it dies. It’s dead. Like, life over. Poor buddy. Of course some are stubborn and take a little longer, but I kid you not, there is no other pimple killer than this. I hope this is around when my twin boys go through puberty because this stuff is magic.
Our first date I saw a car seat in the back of his pathfinder. I was like “scuse me? you got some explaining to do.” I wasn’t saying out loud in my head “red flag”, but it did cross my mind. Oh shit, he has a kid? Well, nothing ever comes quite perfectly packaged like they said marriage did in the story books, so let’s just put that baby to bed. Marriage is messy and complicated and step-momming, well, yes, it can be tricky. And sticky. Messy. And also quite beautiful.
