Riley’s favorite thing that I cook is BBQ ribs. I mean he LOVES them and eats them for dinner, lunch, dinner, lunch as long as they last so I always make two slabs. Another of Riley’s favorites is, brace yourself, macaroni and cheese. Shocking isn’t it? Ha! I don’t know a seven year old who… Continue reading BBQ Ribs with Mac and Cheese
Oh my goodness I am momming so hard right now. This is my seven-year-old son, Riley. He is absolutely beautiful. Although I do foresee waxing in his future. I mean, seriously? Those eyebrows are a-maz-ing! His eye lashes are about a mile long and, as you can see, he has gorgeous hazel eyes, but be… Continue reading Making the “Nice” List?
My two year old, Logan, is an expert climber. The saying, "where there's a will, there's a way" is his M.O. especially if food is involved. There isn't a pantry shelf around that will stand between him and a pack of fruit chews. He is also proficient at navigating bar stools, desk chairs, desks and… Continue reading Captain Climber Gets a Bed
I am a big fan of homemade soups. That makes me a Souper Mom. Get it? Okay, maybe you don't think it's funny but I think I'm hilarious. I am proficient in entertaining myself as a stand up comic. As I was saying, I love homemade soups. I love making them and because I store them… Continue reading Sausage and Tortellini Florentine Soup
Me and my two little ones. Having babies later in life is a blessing, of sorts. I would have been a terrible young mother. Truth be told, when I was young I was self-absorbed, putting myself through college, waiting tables and partying my, very much smaller then, tail off. No time for babies, or true… Continue reading I’m the mommy, not the grandma.
I live in my hometown in North Florida with my husband and three sons. I’ve been here all my life other than a four year stint after graduation. So before you get visions of palm trees swaying in my yard, and the smell of salty air from the Florida coastline, I have to tell you… Continue reading Who is Vintage Mom South?
So, if I'm labeling myself an old dog, and I'm a female, does that mean I just called myself a bitch? Well, so be it, the title is fitting. I mean the new trick part, the other is subjective and could go either way. I taught myself to crochet! Okay I didn't totally teach myself,… Continue reading Old Dog, New trick