A very curious case of illnesses has befallen the Svellingers of late. It all kicked off a week before Halloween with Impetigo. Impetigo? Say you. Aye. It were indeed Impetigo, says I. And now that I’ve gratuitously brought you round the horn from Shakespeare to pirates, I’ll drag it on no further. BILGE WATER! I…
Oh, you know, I’m just over here obsessing about giving birth as all big pregnant ladies do near THE END. I got into comparing the birth “after party” photos following each of our children’s births and the blatant theme I noticed is knowledge. …or lack thereof. Chuckle heartily with me, if you will: BAM. Insert meme caption:…
I know in his heart, my husband praised Jesus when he saw me cutting up my old high school and college t-shirts which have become threadbare and covered in holes. There’s just nothing like a good cozy t-shirt, right? But when it starts falling apart, it’s really gotta go. But to where? The trash? A…
Hey there hi there. So, yikes, when has being an au naturel gal gone wrong for me? Well first, lets make one thing clear: I’m a lazy consumer. Yes. Yes, I am the annoying box-snatcher who automatically flips that puppy around and scans the ingredients for partially hydrogenateds, parabens, sodium lauryl/laureth sulfates, aluminums, aspartame, petrolatum…
