Hey, It’s Dara!  Pronounced Dare-Ah.  Still not sure? No worries, no one else can say it or much less remember it.  So most people call me “D”. I’m a mommy to 2 kids. An insane and funny 3 year old girl named Lexi and a happy (except when he’s teething) baby boy named Tyson.  I also have a third child…I mean husband.

I’m a stay at home mom that uses humor and sarcasm to mask the fact that I’m teetering on the edge of sanity most days.  But then again, I can only assume that that’s most stay at home parents. I spend most days explaining to my daughter why sticking a key in an outlet is a bad idea and using my face, neck and shirt to catch the spit up and drool from my son.  

In absolutely no way am I a perfect mom and I definitely don’t make all the right choices about my kids.  But to be a mom is about making sure you’re kids are alive at the end of each day, your house didn’t burn down and there’s food somewhere in the house to sustain everyone.  (Which I currently have enough goldfish to solve the world’s hunger problems in the back of my car) Most days, I look (and probably smell) like I’ve been lost in a desert for a month, but my family seems happy, taken care of and well-rested. So I consider myself to be a mildly successful mom.  Also, I can’t forget to give a shout out to wine! Without you, none of this would be possible.

If you’re like me, no one tells you the absolute mayhem you’re about to walk into after having a kid.  Or at least no one came even close enough to scaring me with the truth of it all. There should be a boot camp for all people considering having kids where they’d be stuck in a house, with babies and toddlers that screamed, threw up, pooped, cried and the many other lovely side effects of children.  But that may result in the end of all humanity.

Either way, this blog is about relating to other parents and laughing about the choice we made to have kids.  Because even though they can be some of the grossest living creatures in the world, your kids do occasionally make you smile. So we might as well laugh at what our lives have become together.  After all, misery loves company, right?




I’m Emily.  Call me Em if you’re nasty or if you’ve had the pleasure of knowing me since I was pint-sized, wailing, and crapping my pants (I could be referring to when I was a baby or I could be referring to when I was drunk my first year of college, pre-freshman 15.  You will never know).

I am a wife to one and a mother to two.  I am a stay-at-home mom who is trying to constantly stay one step ahead of my toddler and one inch to the left of jet-propelled spit-up from my infant.  I enjoy making up silly songs, seeing how many days I can get away with just dry shampoo, and painting pretty things with dirty words over at Dolly + Co.

I have always had an admiration for great storytellers – the people who can talk about the things that matter and even the things that don’t, yet still be incredibly entertaining.  This is my attempt to be a storyteller, to be entertaining, to be kinda sorta good at it (fingers crossed). To talk about the things that matter, like what you encounter while raising a preemie, and to talk about the things that don’t, like how that 3 pound 3 ounce preemie is now a 24 pound booty shaker to Beyoncé’s Crazy in Love.

So lend me your ears, or your eyes and the screen of your smart phone while you are sitting in Urgent Care waiting for your kid to get that marble out of his nose for what may or may not be the first time.  Happy reading.