is for mom, not maid.  Or so I tell my kids.

near the end of my day.  needing a jolt for the push past the kids’ bedtime.

day 2 of mugs.

This is my favorite mug.  And it is here that I sit, next to my dining room window, on the floor, with my 2 year old playing next to me.  He is building a tower of blocks, only to knock it down again with his big ball.  Again and again.  These are my mornings.  They are warm, cozy, and laughing.  This is my story.

day 1 of mugs.