Author Archives: Taylor

My husband, bless his heart, finds it quite humorous to pull the childrens’ pants up extremely high and shout: “Let’s wear our pants as high as Mommy!” Allow me to give you a visual, courtesy of Little Dude and his … Continue reading →

Tomorrow!  My husband is coming home tomorrow, the fearless hunter that he is.  He did come home on Thursday for a bit to unload some wood and check on me and my lovely self.  And I was fine, thank you … Continue reading →

Little Dude hates ice cream.  Could that kid be any weirder? To hate ice cream is so against the Maliblahblah Family Code of Conduct.  When David was a young lad growing up, they could only have ice cream on Friday … Continue reading →

Hold on to your pants, folks! We’ve got a lot of ground to cover. 1.  Do you remember back in aught-nine when my husband went on his hunting trip and my children became horribly ill? No.  You don’t.  No one … Continue reading →

It is finished. Yes.  I know.  My photography skills (or skillz, whichever you prefer) are to be envied.  And, yes.  You are looking at a picture of a deceased fly on this top-notch blog. Did you catch that?  DECEASED fly. … Continue reading →

So, I have this friend named Rrrrrriiiiitttaaaaa.  Or, as she is more commonly known, “Rita.”  She loves to copy me.  Can you blame her? I had 4 kids.  Then she had 4 kids.  I had a purple minivan (oh, yes.  … Continue reading →

Earlier this week, David and I both went to the dentist, because we are faithful stewards of our teeth. David has a cavity.  What else is new?  I have no cavities, because I am obviously a better person, but I … Continue reading →

Here’s how today went: Around 11:07am, I loudly proclaimed: “How about we just drive into town and just enroll all of you in school?!?!?” Yeah.  Not so brilliant, on my end. The kids broke out with much cheering and jubilation … Continue reading →