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My daughter comes downstairs to greet me looking like this:
I ask her, “Um, baby? What did you get into?!?”
“Uh,” she begins, “my sweeping bag?”
Ha! Nice try, but guess again, sugar plum. That isn’t sleeping bag on your face, that’s chocolate. I hope… {gulp}
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Hi, I’m Lisa! Welcome to my perfectly imperfect corner of the web where I've chronicled my life as a mom to "eleventy-billion" kids since 2007! Here I share posts with our family-friendly recipes, crafts and creating art, traveling as a big family, reliving my youth endlessly dancing to 90's music, and documenting our adventurous life while sipping coffee and basking in the delicious Colorado sunshine.
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