This little afternoon habit of mine prompted my husband, nervous about the wine glass he'd find in the dishwasher sink every day after work, to ask faux-nonchalantly, "uh, honey? What's with the wine glasses? You okay?" Pretty sure he thought I was knocking back a glass of the vino every afternoon. Which would be AWESOME considering all the moving craziness and kid craziness and baby pressing down right on my you-know-where so I can't even WALK craziness making me, well, crazy ... if I weren't, you know, sustaining human life with my bloodstream. Or whatever.
pregzilla happy hour. it just feels fancier in the wine glass, you know?
hi! welcome to my blog, where i write about our life in durango, colorado. mostly i write about being a sahm to our three: anderson, vivian, and the newest addition, mabel gray (mg, mabes, etc.) yeah, three babies in just under four years. wheeeeeee! sometimes i write about stuff other than the mom stuff. like ... um ... okay, it's pretty much all about the mommyness up in here. i own it.