May your stuffing be tasty May your turkey be plump, May your potatoes and gravy never have a lump. May your yams be delicious And your pies take the prize, And may your Thanksgiving dinner Stay off your thighs! Happy ...

Disclosure: All these words are true. It is another post with jumbled words. This post may not make sense to you but know that I wouldn't ever, NEVER EVER do anything to harm my little Bambino. I did not nor do I suffer from post partum depression....

He means some serious drummin' business. Posted via email from restlessmama's posterous

The words to the following series of posts just might read word vomit and for that I apologize. Also, I did much debating on whether or not I would even post about the following because who wants to hear another single mama complain about her life? ...

Would you like a baby with those toys? The Bambino having fun in his toy chest with his bountiful booty! Actually he has way more toys than that but I didn't want it to look like he was drowning but in retrospect I think the photo would've been if I...