Some of my best memories as a kid have nothing to do with expensive presents or fancy trips. Not to say that those things aren’t awesome, but the moments that my brain holds on to are silly, sweet bits of childhood. That said, Christmas is a hotbed of nostalgia. We tend to not go bananas
Parents everywhere know that parenting can be summed up into 8 little words… Forgive me for a moment, because I’m about to go on an epically first world rant…Why, why, why do my children insist on destroying everything in my house??? I’m having a moment this week because my wife recently informed me that after
Ok, raise your hand if you are as obsessed with Instagram as I am. I’m a self-proclaimed photographer who stives to capture every interesting moment in film. There is usually not a day that goes by that I don’t snap at least one picture (or fifty). I love my camera but because it’s so bulky I only have it with me
Have you ever dreamed of going to a place of peace and tranquility that was made just for you? A place where bits of chewed up banana and stray princess underpants do not reside anywhere in the room? A place where you can work/exercise/hide from your child/swear/daydream? I know we all long for that place.