We took the kids bowling last Sunday. It was…

When I was pregnant with my first baby, I spent an inordinate amount of time 'planning' the birth. That’s right, ‘planning.’ And for those of you who’ve been through the birthing process yourselves, you know that planning a birth is a lot like planning a sneeze.



Now, I know some of you out there labored and delivered as intended. And to you ladies I say: Congratulations, I’m somewhat happy for you. However, if you were like me and midway through your natural labor flipped your…

It’s usually around this time of year when I consider packaging up my mind and shipping it off to some kind of servicing center where they can 'make it right again,' and I know I'm not alone. I'm sure a lot of you feel like you've been dangled by your ankles over a snow bank since the holidays. Then, just when you realized you weren't wearing any pants, life let go and dropped you head first into a pile of slush.…

A few weeks ago, I took the girls swimming at the YMCA. Meaning I bundled them up into their heavy, winter coats, wrestled them into their car seats, drove the 15 minutes there, parked in the lot and then leaned my forehead on the steering wheel and imagined what a nap would feel like. Then I unbuckled them from their car seats and shuffled them through the building, and finally got us all into one of the family bathrooms where I attempted to change the three of us without catching a case of…

On my mental to-do list is, ‘Write a Life-List.’ Lots of you may already have one, and for your sakes, I hope you’ve been regularly crossing off accomplishments and adding new items, because Oprah knows when you’ve been naughty or living YOUR. BEST. LIFE!



Oh wait, she already did her Christmas giveaway show so who gives a shit. Mediocrity, you may carry on!



I haven’t gotten around to penning a life-list probably because it would read like the inside of Kim Kardashian’s day…

So I’m feeling fat, and I’m pretty sure the shoes I’m wearing make my butt look big. I usually don’t mention when I have The Fat Feeling since it makes me sound like I swallowed Kim Kardashian and burped up her vanity, however, I’m pretty consumed by The Fat Feeling right now. It's not that I'm o.k. with giving up so much of my brain’s real estate to The Fat Feeling,…

Friday afternoon, I took care of some long over due errands. Along with me were my three girls, plus one of Lexi’s friends. You know, back before the babies were born and it was just Lexi, adding a friend to the mix meant 1 kid + another kid = 2 kids. Now it’s 3 kids + 1 more kid = 5,734 kids. Mothers out there with four plus kids, I can’t…

I haven’t been to the dentist in four years. Now, I realize some of you just read that sentence and went slack-jawed and wide-eyed as if I told you I grind up puppies in a food mill. I’m quite aware that in some social circles, missing four years of dental appointments is akin to setting libraries on fire. But in my defense, I don’t particularly care for dental exams, which I feel is…

I’d forgotten how much easier a summer without a child in diapers can be. I imagine this also applies to diaper wearing adults, as well. Not trying to deny any one particular groups’ hardships here, I just don’t know any diaper wearing adults. As far as I know, my friends and family all enjoy control of their bladders and colons. And chances are when one of them becomes incontinent, they’ll update their Facebook profile status to...Kimmey Shultie…

When we redesigned BuenoBaby earlier this spring, I had every intention to gather up all The Mastheads into one special place, which they could call their own. A place where they could stretch-out, scratch and watch the game. Sure, they may not share the same duties, and fulfill the same obligations, as their siblings, The Blog Posts, but that doesn’t mean I love them any less. Mastheads, you know I love you, even if I don’t say it…

Many years ago, I was helping my dad clean out some portion of his hoarding house when he picked-up a black trash bag and began carefully placing crystal goblets into the bottom of the bag. And I may, or may not, have said, “You shouldn’t have nice things.” O.K. this was a very truedisrespectful thing to say, and I…

In the next couple of weeks, we’ll be meeting with Lexi and Whitney’s new teachers. I’ve been trying to figure out what I should wear until I saw this tee shirt at the airport and was all YES, that’s it! ....Continue…

Most evenings, Ben and I try to squeeze in a little chunk of time together before preparing dinner. Although, referring to it as a ‘chunk’ of time might be overreaching. Chip, fragment, speck of dust floating in the far reaching, outer corners of the universe amount of time is probably more accurate.

Anyway, in…

We babysat my nephew, Max, and niece, Mia, so that my brother, and his wife, could go out and eat ONE...DAMN...MEAL...sitting together from start to finish. Burp.



I’ll be honest, the first twenty minutes or so alone with all four kids felt like someone released a pillow case of ferrets into my shower while I was shaving the backs of my knees. ...Continue Reading…