Classy Chaos
Blog URL http://www.classychaos.com
Tags parenting, mom, mother, children, humor, kids, classy, mommy
Three organic children. One whipped husband. Dash of class and a heap of chaos.
Latest Blog Posts
- A Blogging Thanksgiving on Nov 26, 2009
Recently, Neil and Jennifer (whom I've both met IRL) and countless other bloggers gave thanks to their first commenters. I am a "blogger." So... feel free my dear IRL friends/neighbors/PTA moms to BYPASS THIS POST and make fun of me for readi...
- Your one and only bucket list on Nov 24, 2009
I have only one regret in my life. I feel rather lucky that I only have one. And. If there's anything to be thankful for this Thanksgiving season it's that I've been fortunate enough to live a healthy life with just one regret. Without my p...
- The day I realized my walls will be ok on Nov 23, 2009
She taught herself how to read and write, unbeknownst to me last week. Her nightstand is now littered with books and her drawers filled with paper. A new lamp attached to her bed's headboard provides her with ample light during the short November d...
- The Ugly Truth on Nov 20, 2009
On our second date we went jogging. The day before, I frantically invaded my roommate's closet to research what avid runners wore. I wasn't a runner but willingly accepted the challenge because how hard was it to run a couple of blocks and, oh my...
- Girlfriends... on Nov 19, 2009
"Moja kolezanka. Moja kolezanka. Moja kolezanka." She sang to me as we skipped hand-in-hand, oblivious to the outside world, on our way home after standing in communistic bread lines. "My girlfriend. My girlfriend. My girlfriend." My father lef...
- Moja kolezanka on Nov 19, 2009
"Moja kolezanka. Moja kolezanka. Moja kolezanka." She sang to me as we skipped hand-in-hand, oblivious to the outside world, on our way home after standing in communistic bread lines. "My girlfriend. My girlfriend. My girlfriend." My father lef...
- These comments are closed to everyone BUT the 1st born on Nov 17, 2009
Growing up I was the eldest of three children with a manicured closet organized by colors/sub-categorized by textures, my sister was the middle child with a chaotic ménage à trois of clothes spewed across her floor, and my baby brother was left alo...
