One For The Mr.

To set the scene, me in the kitchen preparing dinner. The Mr. sitting at the bar checking his email while sipping aΒ glorious evening cup of cinnamon coffee. (He doesn’t care too much for cinnamon, so glorious may be stretching it a bit. On his part.) The Mr.: No Wild Bloom today? Me: QueΒ scowling stare. The … More One For The Mr.

On Naps

Oh, how I am enjoying my third trimester. Specifically naps. Along with my partner in snuggleΒ crime, a fuzzy blanket, and the warmth of the heater blowing on my face, I am in heaven. So I nap. I have always required an immense amount of sleep, like 8+ hours a night or feel the wrath of … More On Naps