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 a 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: Que 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 snuggle 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