To the mom who is weary and overwhelmed, painfully aware of her short fuse and tired of the sound of her own voice… I get it. I’ve become really good at saying, “I’m sorry” since becoming a mom. Learn to embrace grace. This is one of the most important things you can model for your children. To the mom… Read More
4 Ways to Love Your Husband {When He’s Being Unlovable}…plus Printable
This post is alternately entitled: “You’re Being A Punk…But I Still Love You”. A sweet friend of mine texted me a couple of months ago with a plea that read something like this…”please write a post on loving our husbands when they’re being unlovable. I need it and know a few women who could really use the encouragement right now”,… Read More
*UPDATED Family Rules Printable for LE Families
I’ve been amazed by the response to the Family Rules {Printable} I posted a while back. It’s been repinned more than any other printable I’ve ever posted, and I continue to hear from wives whose hearts have been captured, or rather tugged, by it. Why? Because it was designed specifically for Law Enforcement families and because, well…this is a unique… Read More
5 Things You Should Know About Spanx
We attended our very first Policeman’s Ball a couple of weeks ago, and while the exquisite $14.60 thrift-store dress was a highlight of my night, what loomed beneath was not… 5 Things You Should Know About Spanx 1. While you may anticipate spanx becoming your new best friend, it will not. It can rather be likened to the fickle friend… Read More
The Evolution of {an unwanted} Design
While you may find this hard to believe, what with my mad design skills and all {cough cough}, I occasionally design something for a client that doesn’t inspire shrieks of joy and spontaneous outbursts of the Harlem Shake. Sometimes they hate it, but graciously say, “I’m…just…not feelin’ it, sorry”. And then there are those times that I design something that… Read More
2013 : The Lost Art of Sacrifice
I realize this renders me a freak of nature, but I really like Mondays. Less freakish is my adoration of the new year. You see, I love new beginnings. I live for fresh starts. Do-overs rock my socks off. And my muffin-top, if done correctly. My hubby thinks I am a dork {albeit a “cute” one} and is not a… Read More
How to be a Royally Obnoxious Christian in 15 Easy Steps
A Tongue-in-Cheek Message to {Churchy} Church Folk 1. Talk the Talk : Speak in King James lingo with awkward familiarity, boasting a heavy dose of “Christianese”. Be sure to mention “being washed in the blood of the Lamb”, while dropping words like “sanctified”, “righteousness” and “cleansing” like cheerios in the hands on toddlers. Throw in a few “amen”s and “bless… Read More
To the Scrumptious One
…whom my heart adores! 9 years ago today, I stood before you in white – adorned with miniscule pearls, an annoyingly poufy veil, and a tan so dark it appeared my head couldn’t possibly belong to the same body – excited beyond belief to become Mrs. McMillan. And the sound of those two words together…”Joy”, followed by a sing-songy “McMillan”…still… Read More
12 Things I Have Learned While Potty Training A Boy
1. Do not crouch down beside the gunslinger, no matter how much encouragement and assistance you feel it necessary to deliver. High velocity urine ricochets off open toilet seats. And burns eyeballs. 2. The perimeter outside which half-read magazines could lay open beside the loo, in wait for the next 2 second bathroom break, has increased by 3 feet. 3. … Read More
Fabulousness {in Human Form}
Meet my girls. For almost 10 years now, the gorgeous gal on the left has been my best friend. We have walked through newlywed awkwardness, new-mama sleeplessness, thick {waistlines} and thin {wallets}, blissful friendship and miserable disappointment {in each other}, and the sweet friendship we revel in today couldn’t be stronger, because of our rich history together. And then 5… Read More
{Smile}
…because your teeth can’t possibly be more rebellious than his.
My Children Are Going To Need Therapy
It occurred to me, while sending my hubby a desperate “pray for me…and while you’re at it, pray harder for your children” text earlier this week, that our little loin-fruit are going to require an exorbitant amount of therapy as they age. Compliments of their mother. I have no idea what the state of your relationship with your hormones is,… Read More