Meine Schwester

My cool sister Sarah sent me these pictures -- clearly demonstrating why I like her WAY MORE than anyone else in my family.

Hell Yes.

Thank you, Panda Express, for greasy food and advice I mastered in the womb.

Monday the 14th

Breakfast:

Lunch:

Dinner:

Stop judging me.

Please, Go Ahead.

Hit Me.

Ridiculous.

HOW DARE I try to shave my legs in the middle of the day. I don't deserve 15 MINUTES TO MYSELF, do I!?! HOW THE FUCK am I supposed to keep things up if I can't even shave my fucking legs.

Don't Tell Me...

...I already know I am a weird mom. And I'm glad I am--too many moms are teaching their kids that they're children of God, all about rainbows and fairies, and that their grandparents aren't bad people.
But in the Lyman household, we prefer to be REAL. Strange, I know. But we like to be ourselves around our daughter so she can learn to be our friend. We have a lot of fun as we explore the world and learn new things.

Harder Than I Thought...

It's officially been 7 days without sugar. The only REALLY hard things have been passing up ice cream, dessert at Magelbys, and dreaming about Strawberry ice cream Slushes from Sonic. Wish me luck.