Guest post by Jolene, who blogs here.

Let’s Get Ready to Runway!!

Now that we are three episodes in, we are getting to know the designers a little bit more. I still have so many questions though. (more…)

I have a new calling.  It’s a stake calling.  It’s a public affairs calling, which, when I tell everybody about it, most people say, “Um, what?”

Yeah, that’s what I said. (more…)

So I watched “Last Holiday” last night, which is OK for a Sunday night-movie-on-TV-and-there’s-nothing-else-to watch type of show.

Warning: Spoiler Alert:  (Just in case anybody is desperately waiting for this movie to arrive in their mailbox.) (more…)

I will be in Salt Lake City next weekend for a few days- for the first time ever. (Well, I drove through years ago, but I hardly think that counts. We never left the interstate.) This time, I’m bringing my almost 7-year-old son, and I have basically one day that isn’t already full with conference-type stuff- so what do I do? I’m thinking a trip downtown to see Temple Square, and maybe trying to catch the Joseph Smith movie I’ve heard about… but I’m really clueless. I don’t know anyone in the SLC area and I need your advice! If you were a first time visitor, what would you absolutely see/do?

I was just booting up the computer, when I hear “Oh you’re up!  I was just bringing you breakfast in bed.”

I turn around, smiling, and a little confused, because if there’s one thing my husband can’t stand, it’s crumbs in the bed.  Breakfast in bed NEVER happens, not even on Mother’s Day.

He’s standing there, with a tall glass of Dr. Pepper over crushed ice, holding it out to me.  Ah, love.

On Facebook, they told me that Tom Cruise’s IQ is 98, and that I should take the same quiz to see if I’m smarter than Tom Cruise.

Well, shah, of COURSE I’m smarter than Tom Cruise, and, even though I’m not going to disclose it here, my IQ is WAY higher than 98.  And even if I didn’t know Tom Cruise’s IQ, I would still know that I’m smarter than Tom Cruise, because hello, MI2? Yeah, ‘nuf said.

But still, just knowing what a dingleberry Tom Cruise allegedly is makes me feel better about the fact that he lives in a bajillion dollar home with a woman of supermodel-esque beauty with a child who gets to wear designer diapers while I live in a house that needs a new dishwasher with a baby who refuses to wear clothes at all and today achieved the ultimate glory when she took off her poopy diaper and then went butt scooting around my carpet. (more…)

Guest post by Tara, who blogs here.

I’m writing a lot of this post while I watch Project Runway tonight, so it might be a bit free-form and stream-of-consciousness. And it jumps from present to past tense in a hopefully not too annoying way. Cause I’m fun like that. (more…)

1) I say, “Hey, why don’t you do (insert any number of incredibly fun and entertaining events here)?”

*sigh* “I don’t feel like it.” (more…)

So, as you well know, PR is on again tonight, barring any programming complications I don’t know about.

Now, as you ALSO know, I like to write recaps about said reality show.

Again, a known fact, only about 8 of you read those, and I’m assuming it’s because most of you don’t waste your money on cable TV  get the Bravo channel. (more…)

And I am NOT talking about the SciFi series that my husband is addicted to.

It has recently become quite clear to me that I have the stupidest doctor known to man. Gah! Apparently, choosing a doctor based solely on geography and the fact that he takes your insurance is NOT the best way to go.

How do I pick a new one? Because honestly, this dude? One sandwich short of a picnic.

How I wish I could just say my SLC doc is my PCP, and then fly up there every time I need an appointment.

Beanie is having a Dress day. And by that I mean, he is wearing a dress. I give up. He has boxers on underneath the little white dress with yellow cherries on it. The cherries have blue ribbons tying them, and those blue ribbons make it a “boy dress”. That’s my boy.

I’ve talked about this before- but he was younger then. Now, as we stare down the barrell of his fifth birthday and the advent of Kindergarten, I find myself wondering a little.. (more…)

Let our prayers and love be directed toward Artemis at FMH this heartbreaking day.

For anyone wishing to help, donations can be made to Heiffer International, in Baby Grace’s name.

Mom goes shopping.  Her 13 month old daughter squirms and screeches and does everything she can to wriggle out of the seat of the shopping cart.  Mom straps her in.  Daughter starts shrieking, throwing her head back, howling at the top of her lungs.  Mom unclips her, puts her in the main part of the cart.  While mom’s back is turned, picking up a thousand gallons of milk, daughter picks up a plastic produce bag full of potatoes, holds them over the cart’s edge, and dumps them all out.  Potatoes go sprawling, all over the grocery store floor (more…)

At the risk of turning what was a PG blog into a raging R, I need to ask all you mommies a question about, (ahem) animal mating rituals.  More importantly, at what age do you allow your children to be exposed to and discuss doggie copulation?  I am in over my head!

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Yes, it does.  And it’s a good thing, too, because let me tell you, there ain’t NOTHIN’ on TV worth watching nowadays.  I’m way excited, except I wish it wasn’t on so late, and I wish my TiVo (fake) was reliable.  Small things, really, that do not diminish my joy.

WOMEN: Okay, we’re going swimming today.  Which suit should I wear?  I mean, the pink one makes my tummy look flat, but then it makes EVERYTHING look flat, so I could wear the red one, which adds a little to the bust, but doesn’t really cover my butt too well, so maybe I should wear the black one, even though that makes me look a little round in the middle, but it’s sort of sporty so maybe it’s okay. (more…)

Welcome to MMW, FAQ.  (Yes, we like acronyms.  Wanna fight?)

Q: What the dickens does Mormon Mommy Wars mean, anyways?  Are you making some kind of intense motherhood statement that the rest of us don’t understand?

A: No. No statement. I just thought it sounded zippy.

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Dear Random Dude at Gas Station:

Yelling “GET OFF THE PHONE!” to me as I pull away really does make me want to hang up and ponder the safety issues of talking while driving.  It does NOT make me think you are a coward for not saying anything while I was pumping gas, and it does NOT make me want to pull the spray sunscreen out of my car and “mace” you with it, all the while shouting “USE MORE SUNSCREEN!!”

Sincerely,

A Mom Against Sunburn (more…)