A relic from my redneck heritage August 31, 2022 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“So many things I want to say to you, so many sleepless nights I prayed for you” February 3, 2020 by Heather B. Armstrong |
What I wish I had known December 11, 2018 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Shoppin’ to me ain’t fun April 23, 2018 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Matters of the eyes, everything is mostly cool edition March 30, 2018 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I am so scared about where my site will end up in search results when I add the words TASTEFUL PORN to this title March 16, 2018 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Books People Send Me, Installment Eight February 5, 2018 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Our nighttime routine, interrupted January 12, 2018 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fun with plumbing and potential electrocution December 19, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“They say be with the one that you love” December 12, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Books People Send Me, Installment Seven November 20, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My kid got braces and all I got was a broken heart October 31, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
All that and everything October 19, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Tis the season I become obsessed with weather apps September 27, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Is it still called mommy blogging if the kid isn’t a baby? September 12, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“Questioning our lives during late night talks” May 16, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Siblings: An unscientific study in DNA May 8, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Life is good because she isn’t yet blogging about my parenting April 26, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
dooce Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Point Two April 6, 2017 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And you thought mommy blogging was dead November 17, 2016 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Gifting myself an extra set of hands November 30, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mommy blogging, 101 November 17, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’m supposed to be raising money for a half marathon, but I had to do this one first October 13, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Really missing her texts with nothing but 20 smiling poop emojis August 3, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Dusk on Durphee Lake June 16, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Spring Break 2015 April 7, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Magically delicious March 19, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This is an actual disorder, MOM February 11, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This blog about my life February 4, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Oh two, oh three, oh four February 3, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In case you were wondering why everything is broken January 27, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“Perhaps You’ve Noticed You’re Changing…” January 20, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Smarter than a fifth grader January 13, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thou shalt not blog about thy daughter’s fifth grade class January 6, 2015 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Second Christmases December 29, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wherein my child resembles her uncle December 4, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A syllabus for Thanksgiving break November 25, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
UGHHHHHHH November 20, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This village of ours November 18, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The beginning of an ironic yet worthwhile tradition November 10, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
When the new frames came in November 7, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Matters of the eyes November 6, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And yet again, we win October 31, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Exploring the magical world of fiction October 21, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I want to ride my bicycle October 16, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
When it takes a village October 15, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In celebration of embracing change October 9, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Please help him, dear god October 6, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Investing in her future October 3, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Big sister, little sister October 2, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Quinoa, frogs legs and more musings from “The Picnic Game” September 30, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Duet September 12, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
With my little girls September 10, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Job experience September 10, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A somewhat theatrical start to the next ten months September 3, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fifth grade August 25, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My girls August 20, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On becoming the coolest person my daughter ever knew for ten whole minutes August 14, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Now sprinting with both legs August 12, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You signed on the dotted line July 28, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
H, M, E and L July 15, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Busy hands July 3, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A haircut in photos June 25, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I have words June 12, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Radio killed the wonderful music app star June 11, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Finally some downtime May 27, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Modern childhood May 13, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The past that is our ongoing present May 13, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On having a little more insight into John Travolta May 8, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A note on family planning May 1, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
By the light of the screen April 29, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Snuggle screen time April 22, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Our hair done got did April 16, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Friday night lights April 15, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Every color April 7, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On having bespectacled children March 25, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
During piano lessons March 20, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A lovely surprise March 18, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Today my presentation… March 12, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wel-deserved screen time March 7, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Window seat March 6, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A reading rainbow March 4, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This is Gigi’s world and we are all just living in it March 3, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And the scores are in February 27, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wherein her long limbs come in handy February 25, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Preparations February 21, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Their different smiles February 14, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
They (heart) sleepovers February 12, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“Elevator, Elevator, take me home” February 11, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bespectacled buds February 5, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month One Hundred and Twenty February 4, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The older siblings February 3, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Double digits February 3, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A quick lesson in how to get your family to stop reading your website January 29, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Attack of the little sister, again January 28, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
What did YOU do this weekend? January 13, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
An ode to co-sleeping January 9, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Modern folklore January 7, 2014 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“Let’s go!” December 30, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And lo, it was good December 30, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Snuggling by the tree December 19, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Adventures in babysitting December 16, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Paying for all the hard partying but without the hard partying December 9, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching… December 2, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A few words of gratitude November 27, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Pre-glasses November 19, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Storage room down, THE REST OF MY LIFE TO GO November 11, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
If you ever wondered what it was like to live in Utah November 7, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Halloween 2013 November 4, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I told her she could sing as she walked and walked and walked October 28, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Automatic for the people October 23, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Your mailing address, please October 22, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My musician October 16, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
To the Uintah Basin we go October 14, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Custom child portraits October 14, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
OMG the ACA is like FML October 9, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Weekend play date October 9, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Loquacious Leta October 7, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For Beth and Courtney and Courtney and Andrea October 1, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bespectacled buddies September 23, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The whistles go whoo whoo! September 18, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Conversations in the car September 10, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Absence September 5, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Just a trim September 3, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Yeah, still a pretty bad idea August 29, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Lo, these eight years August 26, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The modern joystick August 23, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fourth grade August 22, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This is what I want to read for Book Club August 14, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Whatever she’s having August 1, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
One instance in which the future looks exactly like it was supposed to July 31, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Holding court July 30, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Up and out and away July 30, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And cover your mouth when you sneeze July 22, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A moment of five July 22, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Avon just needs to sponsor my whole blog July 17, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Celestial July 17, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
It’s not even August and already we are armed July 10, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
An advantage to setting the bar so low July 3, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Boondoggle July 2, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Festive mask June 25, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Pay no attention to the sweeping I haven’t done June 20, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Enjoying the memories offline June 12, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I rented a zoo June 10, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
First day of camp June 10, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Kenzie June 7, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Oh, Elise May 31, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
After school snuggling May 30, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You have to find: May 28, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Coping mechanisms May 24, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
What goes around May 20, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
All on their faces May 17, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Where did she go? May 15, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Grandmother and mothers and daughters May 13, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fun at the “besticul” May 8, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Happy happy joy joy May 6, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Like, totally epic 360 all the way May 2, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Frying her brain May 2, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bird’s-eye view of The Wasatch Range April 29, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Kennecott in the distance April 26, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
During the fifteen minutes it takes to put on shoes April 25, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Little sisters are so unfair April 22, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The number of foods my kid will eat just increased to five April 16, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Glorious in glasses April 16, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
From one amateur to another aspiring amateur April 9, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Official bubble season April 2, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Harmony March 28, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The red rock wonderland March 26, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The first of who knows how many March 22, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Comparison bars March 12, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Maybe all camping isn’t all nonsense March 11, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“Like nothing I’ve ever seen ever” March 6, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Party fun tub time March 1, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On campus February 28, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“Maybe there’s a good reason donkeys shouldn’t talk” February 27, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Try, try again February 26, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A rapidly fading artform February 13, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
To: Mom February 13, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month One Hundred and Eight February 6, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The view from North Window February 4, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Cover your precious ears January 29, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Centers of attention January 18, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Clickety clack January 17, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For the black sheep January 15, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Figuring it out January 14, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Three generations January 10, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For my mom January 9, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The last few weeks of being eight January 7, 2013 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Probably the worst idea ever December 26, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The influence of her little sister December 21, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Cranberry salad December 20, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A girl and her dog December 12, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The evolution of language December 10, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Making a case for technology December 7, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Grumpy baking happy fun times December 5, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The bald men in her life November 29, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Pick a hand November 28, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A desperate attempt at domesticity November 27, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The girl who knows how to use commas November 21, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Best sister ever November 20, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Chuckie November 19, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Families Who Rock November 15, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The cautious one November 15, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Winter of Our Disthcontent November 13, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Girls November 9, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Winning the race November 5, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You can just call me Human Xanax October 30, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Looking forward to a winter full of lisping October 25, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
After school special October 22, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Water dog October 9, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
All pain is relative October 3, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
First born October 2, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wherein I do not mention earthquakes or nuclear war September 26, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Their crazy Southern mother September 24, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sibs September 24, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My third grader September 4, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
It is decidedly so August 27, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Heavy rotation August 2, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
That which rivals Disneyland July 5, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Potions June 27, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Summer staple June 19, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Marlo turns three June 14, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Turban Days June 13, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You can’t rush it, not when you’re making homemade bread June 12, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Set lock screen June 12, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Animal husbandry June 11, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Rebel June 8, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Making confetti June 7, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Radio Flyer May 29, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“I also despise whistlers” May 24, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fever, chills, and masculine bedding May 23, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Noise ordinance May 21, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
What an excellent day for an exorcism May 15, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
DA BIRD! May 15, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The dreaded year May 10, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Before she kissed the frog May 7, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A fish gets a name May 3, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“Glinting gems in the concrete I paved” May 1, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Slow and steady April 30, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Noodly appendage April 25, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
That old familiar topic April 5, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Brunch with the girls April 5, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
That sound you heard this morning April 2, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hair, day eighty-two March 29, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Smarter than a second grader March 26, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thunder March 26, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The canines on this guy! March 22, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sunday at the museum March 20, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sneaks March 19, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hamilton, Armstrong March 6, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The topic that keeps on giving March 5, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In like a lion March 1, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Welcome to Armstrong Inn, part three February 29, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Dear Daughter February 28, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Out there February 24, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hair, day forty-six February 23, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bad days February 9, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
After the party February 7, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wish February 6, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Color mix February 3, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Ninety-Six February 2, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Floundering January 31, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fire drill January 26, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Shno-man! January 25, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Community January 20, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“I’m lying alone with my head on the phone” January 17, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This was the noise you heard last night January 12, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Science January 12, 2012 by Heather B. Armstrong |
2011 in words and photos December 29, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Pups December 23, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Eye roller December 20, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ho Ho Humbug December 20, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Barnacle December 19, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Persuasion December 15, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Festive up in here December 13, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Christmas Card December 12, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
City by the bay December 9, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Channeling Kansas December 5, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sharing November 23, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The 2012 Chuck Calendar November 22, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Immature college student stuns local parents November 21, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Trifecta November 15, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Recovery November 14, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
From Coco’s point of view October 31, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Skill of her father, ear of her mother October 31, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question wherein I get my Scrooge on October 26, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Tuesday’s Top Pick October 25, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I am an orthopedic nightmare October 18, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Stuff I found while looking around October 14, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Finding a problem where there is no problem October 12, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The face of making a difference October 10, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Arm candy October 5, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Because this was too long for twitter October 4, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Jammin’ October 4, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
From milk to shake October 3, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Homework September 29, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Managing her business September 27, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Marriage September 14, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hankering September 7, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Second grade September 1, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A similarity to her father August 30, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Warm family memories August 29, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Basket of fun August 25, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Homogenic August 22, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Armstrongs, 2011 August 16, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wherein I go a touch more insane August 3, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The timer starts now July 28, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Accelerando July 26, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I forgive her for spraying sunscreen all over the floor this morning July 21, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A sing-along July 20, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Starving artist July 18, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Great big things July 15, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
After Leta leaves for camp July 14, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
When goodnight hugs go horribly wrong July 12, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Weak sauce July 1, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Grab your backpack! June 15, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Marlo turns two June 13, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I love this part of parenthood June 10, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fortissimo June 6, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Memorial Day in the middle of winter May 31, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Summoning my roots May 25, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Grandmother, mother, daughter May 19, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question wherein we get to blame our parents May 17, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
We need an official clown car May 16, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
More adventures in picky eating May 13, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Kaleidoscope May 13, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
With my first born May 10, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Warden May 9, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My blonde babe May 4, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hoops April 27, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Marlo meets Maisie April 25, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Just in time for Easter April 21, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A peek inside our day, the third hour April 18, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
High tea April 12, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A peek inside our day, the second hour April 11, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The girls’ bathroom April 8, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Beanie baby April 7, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ladies at lunch April 6, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A peek inside our day, the first hour April 4, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Black Pearl print March 31, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A peek inside our day, the first fifteen minutes March 28, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The powder room March 25, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Chimney March 23, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Because a trip to South Padre Island is out of the question March 21, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Speaking of illustrations March 18, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Can I get a holy crap? March 17, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
With fire extinguisher at the ready March 15, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The second tooth March 14, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Rocky tops March 14, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Kalvin and Kaprice March 9, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
March madness March 8, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The grid March 7, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bananarama March 4, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My favorite part of the day March 1, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bootylicious Since 1742 February 24, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Study February 22, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Motocicleta February 20, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
John and Paul February 18, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mexico, part two February 17, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
If it helps you fall in love February 15, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Eighty-Four February 9, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A family affair February 7, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For my girls February 3, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Seven years February 2, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mexico, part one February 2, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hola! January 31, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This is a first January 28, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Charles loves his damask January 26, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sundays they camped and read and prayed (and then told fart jokes) January 25, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Here’s where my mom brings up the apples and peanut butter January 11, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Let’s make something together January 6, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fun for everyone in this one! January 5, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The ensemble January 4, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Little sisters January 2, 2011 by Heather B. Armstrong |
2010 in words and photos December 29, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
With a side of ibuprofen December 22, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Just in time for Christmas December 20, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The playroom December 16, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In the scheme of things December 15, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Seriously, can’t a man just watch some television in peace? December 12, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Marlo’s security blanket December 9, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
All she wants for Christmas December 7, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Surveillance November 30, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The bribe that never loses its edge November 29, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Would sir desire a patty cake? November 28, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Giving thanks November 24, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Taxidermy November 23, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The lowest of lows November 19, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The dooce® xBox Joy Ride Giveaway 2010 November 16, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Miss Manners November 11, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Horsie! November 4, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Halloween 2010 November 1, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Family bonding November 1, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Tarmac October 29, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Survivor October 25, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The audible eye roll October 25, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Descent October 14, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
From the deepest part of my heart where all the burps come from October 1, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On the drive to school this morning September 30, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Upright September 29, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And lo, an office was born September 24, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The good news September 17, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Order Araneae, Class Arachnida September 16, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Back to reality September 10, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My first grader September 2, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question wherein Jon makes his mother proud August 27, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A Jon Armstrong sized tangent August 25, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’m replacing his chair with a throne August 16, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My therapist will have a field day August 12, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The older child August 9, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Keynote speaker, Diego, domestic cat August 2, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ye Olde Skool July 30, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Charlie foxtrot July 27, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thirteen months July 14, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hallway July 13, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wherein I return to my roots July 12, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Our upright grand July 8, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Next, part two July 2, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Jumbah! June 28, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Cousins June 28, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Congregation June 21, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Marlo turns one June 14, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My graduate June 11, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Where’s Daddy? June 7, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
New frames June 3, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The glamorous life June 2, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong May 28, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question that will have everyone sniffing their armpits May 27, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Saturday morning cave May 26, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Another conversation about BYU in the car May 25, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Becoming referee May 24, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Joy May 21, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
All about the Lamanites May 19, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sisters May 19, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fumbling dummies May 14, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
She’s onto us! May 12, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
May Ninth, Two Thousand Ten May 9, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Baby bird May 6, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For memories May 4, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A look inside our days together April 23, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question with accompanying regional differences April 21, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Figuring it out April 19, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hand-me-down April 19, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
When anything bad happens, I blame Apple April 16, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question with accompanying fear of Gorbachev April 14, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ten months April 14, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Their local haunt April 13, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Transformations April 12, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Marlo crawls for the first time April 7, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
NOT cherry blossoms April 5, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question with accompanying sappy ending March 26, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This is mommyblogging March 22, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For Cuple March 19, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
No place like home March 18, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Just another beautiful day March 16, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
That decrepit old hag March 8, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
So far, so good March 5, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
While brushing her hair this morning March 2, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
House of cough February 23, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
An attempt to appreciate the weather February 15, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My ears are still ringing February 8, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sunday tradition February 8, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Seventy-two February 4, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Getting the soap ready to wash out her mouth February 1, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Lil’ Donette January 28, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Early birds January 26, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mwah! January 25, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Cottage life January 18, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question with accompanying First World nonsense January 15, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A parent raised on MTV January 12, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
There’s a blonde joke in here somewhere January 8, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question with accompanying oopsie January 6, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Beginning the year with a bang January 5, 2010 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Christmas card for 2009 December 28, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
If I had hair to let down, this would be an instance of doing so December 21, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Oddly, an Oompa Loompa didn’t make the list December 18, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Six months December 18, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question with accompanying supermodel December 17, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Featured community question with accompanying wacky antics December 8, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Botany December 2, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The inside track November 24, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mario November 18, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Once upon a time November 12, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Saturday afternoon eyes November 12, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hitting a brick wall November 9, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Halloween 2009 November 6, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wherein I’m just begging you to judge me November 4, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The parents of Leta Armstrong November 3, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Forever a family of four October 29, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On overcoming phobias October 27, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wintering October 27, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Gone are the days of the snooze button October 23, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
PantsHat October 22, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
All grown up October 21, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Every little thing is gonna be all right October 19, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The cat troll goat diet October 15, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Now I understand why cardboard was invented October 12, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I think the metaphor here is “cycles” October 1, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Comes with a wand and a pair of wings September 29, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Summer 2009 September 24, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In the moment September 18, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Your momma said you ugly September 16, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The first nudge toward the edge of the nest September 14, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Summer of 1977 September 10, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Oh, delicious fluffy rodent September 4, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Polkabats and Octopus Slacks August 31, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My girls August 26, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bees in a hive August 25, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing August 21, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I think this means that whatever we’re doing is working August 19, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Because my anxiety needed a nudge or two August 14, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Disaster Preparedness August 12, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Some thoughts before a hopefully more peaceful day tomorrow August 10, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Floss August 10, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A Utah cricket August 10, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The inevitable post that gets placed squarely in the BOOBS category August 7, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Big sister August 6, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The labor story, part three August 4, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Where all the crazy comes from August 3, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Jon’s 44th July 30, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hand silkscreened pillows July 30, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Perfectly round July 29, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The labor story, part two July 27, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Vintage globes July 23, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For those who live with those like me July 22, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
1979 July 22, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Twenty-six July 20, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On making life easier July 15, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Siblings July 14, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The labor story, part one July 13, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The color of pine trees July 9, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In fact, I have her edit my posts July 8, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Familiar territory June 30, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
4/4 time June 25, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Family of four June 22, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Introducing… June 15, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fatalist June 12, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Magenta protective case for the iPhone 3G June 10, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Just in case you were having second thoughts about that vasectomy June 9, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
38 weeks June 4, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hope June 3, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Not Maria’s nursery June 2, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You mean I’m not supposed to be eating raw chicken? May 29, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Helping me organize the nursery May 27, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’m being eaten by a boa constrictor May 27, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Sanfords May 21, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A rambling Sunday evening May 18, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The princess and the guard May 14, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
An unscheduled ultrasound May 13, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Armstrong Bathroom Makeover Catastrophe May 11, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
From the father of my children May 11, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
34 weeks May 7, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Double the trouble May 6, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Play date aftermath April 30, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
32 weeks April 24, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Someone is thrilled to go back to school April 23, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: April 2009 April 22, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sick days April 20, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Red Shoes April 16, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On having a daughter April 14, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
30 weeks April 13, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
After a week with the Hamiltons April 12, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Unicorn April 8, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A word or two about vaccinations April 7, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A belated 28 weeks March 31, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Keeping up with the Jetsons March 26, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Giving my mother something to brag about March 24, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Little fish March 22, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The dreaded gurgle March 22, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Princess Computer March 9, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The four of us March 5, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The secret to our clean floors March 4, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Skee ball March 4, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Lions and tigers and spiders March 2, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The princess tree March 2, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Good thing he matches the towels in the bathroom February 25, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
24 weeks February 25, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Grab your backpack! February 23, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
What happens when Mommy and Daddy share a special hug February 20, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bride hair February 20, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Good source of potassium February 20, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Lipstick on a pig February 19, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bookworm February 18, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Lover, business partner, best friend February 18, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Right in the middle of the bedtime story February 17, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Catharsis February 12, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Whoever invented pink needs a wet finger in his ear February 11, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
22 weeks February 10, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Not yet on a first name basis February 9, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Number one on my list February 9, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The youngest for a few more months February 6, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Orbit February 5, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Sixty February 4, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Cousins February 4, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Homemaker Heather February 3, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Because they were out of GWAR cake toppers February 2, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Saturday afternoon treat February 2, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Where my daughter got her profile January 30, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Swimming lessons January 29, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The halfway point January 29, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Nesting January 26, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Listening to: Cut Copy January 22, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The second second trimester January 20, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Finally January 20, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
MOP Pear Shampoo January 16, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Holing up January 16, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
KNAPPA pendant lamp January 14, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ah, break it downnnn January 14, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
18 weeks January 13, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Metal curtain rod January 13, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Family dynamic January 12, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Jonny Junior January 12, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
RIBBA Frame January 12, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Just inside the front door January 9, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’m thinking the title may be a little too subtle January 8, 2009 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Reflections on the year of the poop-eating puppy December 30, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Under a spell December 30, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
One of the multitude of pink things December 30, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A Christmas Medley December 22, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Charley Harper Memory Game December 18, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
14 weeks December 17, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And Chuck will teach her about mascara December 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Where You Came From December 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Fifty-eight December 11, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Silly goose December 9, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Baby, it’s cold outside December 8, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Christmas bokeh December 8, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bump watch begins December 2, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Vintage children’s books December 2, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Three months December 1, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“Redhood” print December 1, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Garden City, Utah November 25, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Excuse me while I go make love to a bean burrito November 24, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Morbid fairy tale November 24, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The making of an older sister November 20, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sick days November 20, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Limited Edition 2009 Birdie Desk Calendar November 19, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Our in-house recycling plant November 12, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Little Hoot November 11, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Fifty-seven November 5, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Afterward we cut them up, tossed them on a peanut butter sandwich and fed them to Elvis November 3, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A small taste of what’s to come October 29, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Would you like to supersize that? October 29, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In honor of her grandfather October 28, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Playful ponytail holders October 24, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mission accomplished October 23, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Pajama top October 23, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Child’s winter hat October 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Conversation over a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles October 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Julia Rothman magnet set October 14, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Why most of my shopping is done online October 13, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
First snow October 13, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Napping House October 8, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
One lesson at a time October 7, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Fifty-six October 6, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Early rehearsal for the Nativity story October 6, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Arachnophobia September 30, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Plush Baby Blanket September 26, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thoughts I had before 7 AM September 24, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Taking a spin around the patio September 24, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Two brief anecdotes September 22, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leopard Lane September 18, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Next week we’re introducing her to Pink Floyd September 16, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Even-toed ungulate September 16, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On being a better homemaker September 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta E. September 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sage Toile Dress September 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Duh September 12, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Rounding out her resume September 10, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Do not let this photo fool you September 10, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Odd-toed ungulate September 9, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Fifty-five September 8, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Primate exhibit September 8, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Well, that was fun September 5, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And… boom September 4, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sunset in September September 4, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Little shop of horrors August 29, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Handstitched children’s crown August 29, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A tiny glimpse of loyalty August 29, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Torquil Campbell of Stars August 29, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Here’s your mommyblogging August 28, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Recycled tunic dress August 28, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Handmade octopus dress August 26, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And now a large part of me is dead inside August 21, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Pay attention, this one’s complicated August 19, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Handmade girls twirl skirt August 18, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Pull a chair up with the hyrup August 14, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Short stack August 12, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta got some new hair bands… August 12, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Four years August 8, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Fifty-four August 5, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Already she had great taste August 5, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Next thing you know he’ll be voting for Obama August 4, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hand-painted umbrella August 4, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Portrait of two cute pairs of shoes, plus one pair that will make you break out in sores August 4, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wedding quilt August 1, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Not necessarily a better liar, but at least she’s getting creative July 29, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta’s baby quilt July 28, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Redder than red July 28, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On this day many, many, many years ago July 25, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“Playing stickers” July 24, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A heavy July July 22, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A conversation with my daughter that finally explains my relationship with my older sister July 16, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sending myself an expense report July 14, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Heart breaking violently July 14, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And the nominee for best interpretation of a four-year-old is… July 11, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On being more friendly to the environment July 9, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Fifty-three July 8, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
“The Giant Suburban Bear Monster” gocco print July 7, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wii winners and a few thoughts about wanting to turn cartwheels July 3, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The way the blue could pull me in June 27, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The color of princess fingernails June 25, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ruthie Pearl reusable and reversible bag June 24, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Flying nun June 24, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A routine expedition June 23, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Handstitched wallet June 23, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
As high as a preschooler can count June 20, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sweet potato fries June 20, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
If anyone mentions cheese pizza I may just have to take up violence June 17, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Rite of Passage June 13, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Proud of my little bug June 13, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Apologies in advance to Mr. Hamilton June 12, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Conquering my acrophobia June 12, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You ain’t been pucked til you been fud pucked June 9, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fairy princess June 6, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A little corner of the world June 6, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Regional differences June 3, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Double vision picture frame June 3, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Fifty-two June 2, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Aboot that recent trip May 28, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Princess and the Pea May 21, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Classic matching game May 19, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I was in the room when she was conceived! May 19, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
No, I wasn’t punched in the face, this is just what happens when I weep May 16, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Tranquil mint foot soak May 16, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
We’re back in the will! May 7, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Meerschaum pipe May 7, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Negotiation May 6, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Fifty and Fifty-one May 2, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Teamwork May 1, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
More stuff April 28, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This episode features small quantities of learning April 28, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Welcoming all the new local readers April 25, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For all the new people visiting because they saw that five-second clip on FOX 13 April 23, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wooden letter blocks April 23, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Portrait of a lady… April 22, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Starting her young April 22, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Media blitz April 18, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Her tombstone will read WAS SOLD TO BUTCHER April 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mr. and Mrs. Giraffe April 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Our little hippie April 14, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta’s favorite color April 14, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Aveda Elements Finishing Solution April 11, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Elephant clips April 10, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
How I start my day, this plus a bucket of coffee April 4, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Princess Song April 2, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Jon makes art April 1, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And then there were three April 1, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A chorus of angels March 28, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The little sister I never had March 27, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Incriminating evidence March 27, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Tweet, tweeted, have done tweet March 25, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Vinyl-covered notebook March 25, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Having a conversation only they can understand March 21, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Exclamation point, long overdue edition March 20, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Breaks out in a rash if fed anything March 18, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Grand total of 78,215 words March 17, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Derek March 17, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Disney, you total bitch March 13, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
First puzzles March 12, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fueled entirely by Advil March 10, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Maternal March 10, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In the late afternoon hours before dinner March 5, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Forty-nine March 4, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Abstract acrylic painting February 29, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Catching up February 26, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Magnetic dress-up dolls February 22, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Enduring February 20, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Signs of adolescence February 19, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Snaggle February 19, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Life with two dogs. Much different than life on a beach with a margarita. February 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This is how new parents spend their Friday nights February 13, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Purple nail enamel February 11, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Children’s wellies February 7, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mid-century dresser February 7, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Looking forward to Cinderella IV: Teenage Pregnancy February 6, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month forty-eight February 5, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Four years old February 4, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Upcoming January 30, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I think this one has seen a camera before January 29, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
With a canteen of NyQuil hanging around my neck January 28, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Conversation in the car somewhere in Nevada to pass the time January 23, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Because I am only a little obsessed January 22, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
First leg January 21, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
What part of GROWL does she not understand? January 18, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Owl piggy bank January 18, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Home remedy January 18, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Washing our mouths out with soap January 17, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be January 17, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Daydreaming of palm trees January 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’ll read it to you January 15, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Smelling of puppy breath January 9, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Coin purse January 9, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Forty-seven January 8, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A family of five January 3, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sleepless nights ahead January 2, 2008 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Seasonal citrus December 21, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Elephant art print December 19, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Feeding an obsession December 18, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
After using the couch as a trampoline December 14, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Because I couldn’t say it on the phone December 13, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking she might become a conductor December 10, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Looking forward to a thrilling game of Candy Land December 7, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Forty-six December 4, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Monday mornings December 3, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Gadgets and gizmos aplenty December 3, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Smells like dessert November 30, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Crazy dog person November 29, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hand-embroidered table linens November 29, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Part of your world November 28, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Horizon in the high desert November 28, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Cousin Joshua November 27, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Outsourced Caring™ November 26, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
FIRST!!!! November 19, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Will now go lie down and scratch own belly November 18, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Got her back against the record machine November 15, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Maybe should limit her MTV November 12, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Forty-five November 6, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hallowhen he bites us, we’ll know why November 1, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Nothing a baby wipe can’t take care of October 25, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Reading the fine print October 24, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Empty October 18, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Probably more excited about carpet than I should be October 12, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Heat seeker October 8, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Handmade cardholders and pouches October 5, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Forty-four October 3, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Shop October 2, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
FAQ October 2, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
About October 2, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Vocabulary October 1, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Alternative methods September 25, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Momentary lapse of reason September 24, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Stubborn Personality Disorder September 21, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Getting there September 20, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The art of the inappropriate September 18, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Right before Leta decided that the Golden Gate Bridge was the last place on Earth she wanted to be September 14, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Might not make sense having not slept in days September 13, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The obvious September 11, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
San Francisco, our second home September 10, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Relatively speaking September 7, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The battle wages on September 6, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Forty-three September 5, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Why we live in Utah August 31, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Jedi August 27, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
From now on all questions will be answered with, “Because.” August 21, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Us on a diet August 16, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Phonics August 13, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Raising a packrat August 9, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Milestone August 8, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Jermain Stewart’s “We Don’t Have to Take Our Clothes Off” August 8, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On home improvement August 7, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Forty-two August 3, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
From the SD card August 1, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This is a first July 30, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Birthday cake July 24, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Edgar Degas was also born today July 19, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Because they needed something else in common July 17, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Exclamation Point, Summer 2007 Edition July 16, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Life without the nap July 13, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A typical evening July 11, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A living illustration July 10, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Reading into things July 9, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Forty-one July 3, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My uniform for the rest of the summer June 28, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And the smell of chlorine fills the air June 26, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Shared DNA June 22, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The father of my child June 19, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Looking for crumbs under Leta’s seat June 19, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On the way home from preschool today June 15, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Acclimation June 14, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
When your mama doesn’t bring you up right June 12, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hoping that everyone at my mother’s office reads this June 7, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Forty June 5, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta indicating that the monkey, he is GEORGE! June 5, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This is how potty training is going May 24, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A last goodbye May 17, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Potty training begins very soon May 11, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta taking a final walk through the old kitchen May 11, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirty-nine May 8, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In my prime May 1, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta thought he might be cold, so she gave him her sweater April 27, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Moving forward April 25, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Brief exchange right before bedtime last night April 24, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Acting her age April 23, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Transitions April 19, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
We are living an episode of Sanford and Son April 18, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta and her cousin, Talon, glued to a riveting episode of Dora April 18, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Role play April 12, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Despite taking my meds regularly April 10, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirty-eight April 4, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Photos of the new house April 3, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Four more paws on the hardwood April 3, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
To the East Side March 29, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Nooner March 27, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On being disowned March 21, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A Conversation at the Grownup Table, as Imagined at the Kids’ Table March 20, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Should explain why she doesn’t sleep with us March 19, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Exclamation point, Late Winter Edition March 15, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Clearing my mother of blame March 13, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The emotional remote control March 8, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Why Norm Abram gets so much ass March 7, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirty-seven March 6, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta’s room with the toddler bed February 28, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hidden is our stash of gay porn February 26, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In answer to recent email February 22, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
With love February 20, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sick days February 14, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The beginning of a thrilling suburban weekend February 12, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Only because the shipping was free February 8, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirty-six February 5, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You should definitely take this seriously February 1, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
35 months and counting January 30, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Because I’m always looking for ways to make my father proud January 29, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Having given birth to a force of nature January 25, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I promised her I wouldn’t say anything mean or untrue, and I tried my best January 22, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The sound of a car that won’t start January 19, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Winding down before bedtime January 18, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Oliver, daily: 12 January 2007 January 17, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A resolution that has finally stuck (so far) January 16, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Probably not very good at balancing things on his head January 11, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Suburban nightlife January 9, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirty-five January 4, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I resolve to eat more leafy green chocolate January 2, 2007 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A Very Elmo Christmas December 29, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A merry little Christmas December 24, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Christmas time in the city December 13, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Metamorphosis December 11, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Jon cooking Brussel sprouts, or what Leta likes to call Green Rocks December 5, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirty-four December 4, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Can balance large objects on head if offered a piece of cheese November 28, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And the holiday season begins November 22, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Home again November 20, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Get a $5 discount off a years subscription to JPG Magazine November 15, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
No place like home November 13, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Chaotic no more November 8, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirty-three November 6, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Probably why he became a dentist and not a politician November 4, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Celebrating with song November 3, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Because all the half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf-herders were sold out November 1, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Exercise, discipline, affection October 25, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Noodly appendage October 23, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hope October 21, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A duck says quack October 16, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Here goes nothing October 12, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Rumbling volcano October 10, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirty-two October 5, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mathematical probability October 3, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Under the pink October 2, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Side-effects may include very strong bones September 28, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Butt Ugly Gang! on Flickr September 28, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Where God continues to have a very hearty laugh at our expense September 27, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Resemblance September 26, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
First family vacation since I promised I would never do this again September 24, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Almost worse than clogs September 21, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Setting me straight September 20, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
One trick the dog taught himself September 12, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirty-one September 5, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Falling to my knees and rending my garments in twain September 1, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Juniper August 31, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Beyond her years August 28, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Juniper and Leta August 24, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You’ve reached the Armstrongs August 21, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Exclamation point, Summer Edition August 18, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
First lesson in religion August 10, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Poker face August 9, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirty August 4, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Next time she’s coming with me July 31, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Parental advisory July 24, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Communication July 21, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Death to Ed July 20, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
31 July 19, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Shape of a Mother July 17, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Another instance when my early twenties continue to haunt me July 13, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In preservation of the inheritance July 10, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twenty-nine July 7, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
InformationWeek: Accidental Tech Entrepreneurs Turn Their Hobbies Into Livelihoods July 3, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A numbers game June 30, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Welcome mat June 27, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On being a total nutjob June 21, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Solidarity June 19, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Her mother’s daughter June 14, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Pointing out the obvious June 12, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Healing an old wound June 8, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twenty-eight June 5, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Legacy June 2, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Prodigy June 1, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Raising an addict May 31, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Age of euphemisms May 24, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Indisputable May 23, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Nothing more healing or incomprehensible May 22, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Go forth and multiply May 18, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Side show May 17, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For your reference May 15, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sweet hour of prayer May 11, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ask nicely May 8, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Cradle and all May 8, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twenty-seven May 4, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hi, I read May 2, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Reformed April 27, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Oh mon, mon, mon, mon, you are April 24, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
How to medicate with legal substances April 21, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My big girl April 19, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The extent of the religion in this house April 17, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Semantics April 17, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Exclamation point, exclamation point, exclamation point, exclamation point April 12, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Just before bedtime April 11, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twenty-six April 4, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
That was fun! April 3, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Healthy sleep habits, grumpy baby March 31, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Now she knows her ABC’s, mostly March 30, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Gateway behavior to felony assault March 28, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wearing the silkscreened mug of her idol March 28, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A can of worms March 27, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
SHOSHUN! March 23, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In a family way March 23, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I can’t fight this feeling any longer March 22, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In praise of my househusband March 20, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Fending off the body snatchers March 20, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Open wide March 17, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
SXSW Detox March 15, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Frightened now of our child’s adolescence, as if we weren’t before March 10, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ruby March 9, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twenty-five March 6, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Even more important than a pop tart March 2, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Third Commandment February 24, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Amsterdam Recap, The Part Where My Father’s Computer Explodes February 22, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I am married to Sasquatch February 21, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
When correcting her would be the wrong thing to do February 20, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Amsterdam Recap, Part One of Many February 17, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Our leisurely Sunday afternoon an ocean away February 16, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Gezellig February 13, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Email from my father, subject: Leta Chiqiteta, which made my insides spontaneously combust February 11, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Spreekt u engels? February 7, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twenty-four February 3, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
It took two years but she’s finally willing to touch him February 3, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I love my job February 2, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Internet, this is for you February 2, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My First Meme (which is not much different than My First Flesh-Eating Disease) February 1, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Reading February 1, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Nu Shoos January 30, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In the criminal justice system January 26, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hot men with beards wearing glasses January 24, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta at Little Gym January 24, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bridging the gap between species January 20, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wax on, wax off January 19, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hold me closer, Tony Danza January 18, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
There’s no crying in snowboarding January 17, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Rethinking our decision to move back to Zion January 16, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Spectacularly normal January 12, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Still taking the Thank God Tom Cruise Is Not In Charge Otherwise I Would Be Dead Right Now Vitamin January 10, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Working with what we’ve got January 10, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Walrus, watch, wheel, watering can January 9, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Good God, Lord in heaven, etc. January 9, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twenty-three January 3, 2006 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta got far more excited about the Avon World Sales Leader than she ever did about Santa December 29, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta with her loot December 26, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
After being forced to sit in Santa’s lap Leta suddenly turned violent and severed his head with her mouth December 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Lesbians pick their noses, too December 21, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For those of you who come here for one thing, this is my Christmas present to you December 20, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Clarification in response to recent allegations that my heart is black and emits dangerous toxins December 18, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
If this doesn’t hit you RIGHT THERE then maybe it’s time you started letting yourself feel again December 16, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
If he ever loses us he can just follow the screaming like a trail of breadcrumbs December 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
What an excellent day for an exorcism December 12, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Best friends forever or until one of them borrows the other one’s clothes without asking first, then not so much December 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Monkey see, monkey do December 6, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twenty-two December 5, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A very, very angry monster indeed December 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Save until I delete November 29, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Included batteries not November 21, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The third law November 21, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Vacation home November 18, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Scrumptious Almost Bearded Drunk Girl November 17, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You can’t always get what you want November 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Chocolate milk November 11, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Feeling Guilty November 11, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Body of a frog, memory of an elephant November 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You’re going to want to skip over this one, Dad November 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twenty-one November 3, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wherein a whole bunch of you just roll your eyes November 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Melmo? November 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I can’t take her anywhere anymore October 31, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Feeling Guilty October 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This weekend I used the term Cheeto Hands October 24, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Sponge Stage, or Why I Now Have to Start Behaving Like a Parent October 20, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Cancer of the heart October 17, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Leta Walking Experience October 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Grandpa Mike October 12, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
How to Charm the Holy Living Jesus out of Me October 11, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The daughter of an English major October 6, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Best Show on Earth October 5, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twenty October 3, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Internal Digital Readout September 30, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Christie September 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta found religion September 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’m so glad when Daddy comes home September 26, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Just don’t eat it September 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wherein I make a reference that will have my husband wondering, “Did she actually know that or did she Google it?” September 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
No picture of my new fussy.org shirt would be complete without the The Fussy Monster, Leta September 21, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You can’t pick your Mama September 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Another reason to be proud of public education September 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta with her cousin Aiko September 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking September 12, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This kid is going to kill it at frat parties September 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I have a family here on Earth, they are so good to me September 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Having just returned from vacation with the family, which when you have kids is not much different than working overtime September 5, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Reeling September 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Nineteen September 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Frightening flashes of my mother’s genes August 30, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Walk this way August 26, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
It’s called the Leather Anniversary because at this point in the relationship you need to buy something with which you can beat August 24, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Saturday is a special day, it’s the day we get ready for Sunday August 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
To the manufacturers of Triaminic: BITE ME August 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Why I moved closer to my family (and yes, this reason is better than, “So I could shoot the Mormons at close range.”) August 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This open road in front of me just got a little bumpy August 10, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The B. stands for BACKFIRE August 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
OCD, easy as 1-2-3 August 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Eighteen August 3, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You really don’t want to know August 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mena Fucking Trott, people August 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Indeed, there will be talk of teats July 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The point at which all phone conversations resemble a drop in cell phone coverage July 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sprint’s newest customer July 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The past is beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies July 19, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Tomorrow is my 30th birthday and this is how I’m celebrating July 18, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The devil wears Prada July 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Seventeen July 5, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking July 3, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Not dead yet July 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Making his way the only way he knows how June 29, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
With a moo moo here June 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sundays they camped and read and prayed (and then told fart jokes) June 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
How am I driving? Call 1-800-SUCKMYBIGTOE June 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ava June 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Secrets of BlogHer Conference REVEALED June 21, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ella and Leta in her Gay Pride Swimsuit, first time in a pool and obviously loving every minute June 21, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Shortly afterward Odessa took Leta out with a swift kick to the gut June 16, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
If this isn’t reclaiming the web for personal expression then I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS June 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta and Grandpa June 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
When my Dad reads this his head is going to be full of BLEEEEEPs June 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Odessa June 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bick Bruildings of Beaufort June 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Sixteen June 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Voyeur pose June 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leaving on a jet plane June 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Dear God Almighty, Lord in Heaven, Everlasting Father May 31, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wherein I realized that it’s almost impossible to say BLOG without throwing up on national television May 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You’ll never guess what this post is about May 25, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’m surrounded by the enemy May 24, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The $450 Pocket of Gas May 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
15 Rounds May 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hobo. Baby. May 19, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Presents from Leta’s Pseudo Internet Godmother May 19, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Second on that list would be “rub Mama’s feet” May 18, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I really think we should just be friends May 17, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’m sorry, but you cannot expect me to resist something that is described as having “luminous natural shells in cascading tiers” May 16, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The dog, they haven’t yet lost or killed him May 13, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
More than a passing resemblance May 11, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Spare me the details May 10, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The one thing we KNOW she inherited from me May 4, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Fifteen May 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
It will come with a money back guarantee April 29, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Nothing is cute the second time, or the 400th for that matter April 25, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Yet another entry this week that speaks of the penis April 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Perils of cohabitation, volume one of many April 20, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In which I don’t discuss the size of anyone’s pecker April 20, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
P.M. Dawn April 18, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Overheard after a long day of Leta skipping naps and biting the heads off of bats April 17, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This town needs an enema April 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold April 13, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I think she remembers how many I ate when she was in my tummy April 10, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mancunian Candidate April 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Spring forward, count backwards April 6, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Fourteen April 4, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And to think, there’s SO much I don’t write about March 31, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Perhaps the only thing I remember from AP Biology March 30, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
And behold, Jon and Heather begat Leta, and yea, she was very stubborn March 30, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
MRI am Freaking Out, Part Two March 29, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Little Sisters March 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This website is surprisingly not sponsored by Pop Tarts March 25, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Lance Armstrong, The Conclusion March 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Champ Rocking the Delicate Arch March 21, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
bestshirtever from bestreaderever March 19, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Married broads in the desert on the run! March 17, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Yeah, this week it’s pretty much all about Leta March 17, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Beware, baby in vicinity March 16, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Finally an outfit to go with the hat March 16, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Little baby Stevie March 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The SAT Reasoning Test was WAY easier than this March 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Good Dog Carl Goes to Prison March 11, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
File under: Not for kids March 11, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Switch Hitter March 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Email: Best wishes in growing up March 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Toxic plume March 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The secret to abstinence March 3, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Thirteen March 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leego my Eeego February 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
An entry about my dog that includes not one word in all caps February 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A List of Things I Need to Get Done That Probably Won’t Get Done Because I’m a Stressed Out and Overwhelmed Mess of a Flake February 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Jesus wants me for a snowbeam February 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Butts for Butterflies Campaign February 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
We got totally sick in the pow February 20, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Next game we teach her will be shin-kicking February 18, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors hot drinks February 18, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bourne nightmare February 17, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
What a way to make a living February 16, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I cannot wait to tell my therapist February 16, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
THE END OF THE WORLD February 15, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Redneck woman February 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I don’t need to hear you say that if we weren’t so alike you’d like me a whole lot more February 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hugs and Kisses February 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The reason I have resisted all requests to trim this kid’s hair February 13, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
It started off so innocent! February 11, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Yesterday someone called me a money-grubbing whore, and I was all, money? February 10, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking (and totally freaking out) February 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hi Ho Silver! February 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mac catalogs are now banned from this household February 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Eli sharing his big book with Leta: UBER CUTE February 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Little Lady February 6, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
It’s not like he told anybody to SUCK IT or anything February 4, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Twelve February 3, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Here’s a blurry shot of me kissing my lovely daughter so that you will forgive me for the rest of it February 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking February 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Feeling Guilty February 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta’s Goddess of Love February 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
NY Times, gateway drug to Playboy January 31, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta, I promise I will pay for ALL of your therapy bills January 31, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The moral of the story January 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bye, bye, bye, BYE BYE January 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Feeling Guilty January 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
If only there were a category for Sappiest Weblog Entry of the Year January 26, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The beginning of the end of her little Buddha belly January 25, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Why simply enjoy an organism when you can experience a sensational organism? January 21, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking January 20, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
National Public Nightmare January 18, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Generations January 17, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I don’t remember what life was like before I could pause live television, or I guess I don’t WANT to remember January 16, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
For some reason I feel that George Michael should be singing behind this post, I don’t know why January 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Baby Einstein January 14, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Her necklace says, “Be Fri,” and mine says, “st ends” January 12, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Soon to be written out of the will January 12, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Is that a remote control or are you just happy to see me? January 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking January 6, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Eleven January 3, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You don’t want me leading an army into battle January 3, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Typical Morning at The Armstrong Experience December 30, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In which I use one of my favorite new words December 29, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Santa’s Little Helper December 28, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This one is for you, GEORGE! Leta and Chuck miss you already December 28, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Oh, mah darlin’ GEORGE! December 27, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A present for the story people December 27, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Go, dog, GO! December 27, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Email: Merry Christmas December 26, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
He got to go shopping all by himself, so yes, I am a little bitter December 22, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking December 21, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Commode conversation December 21, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Maternal milestones December 20, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sister Susie sitting on a thistle December 18, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
With friends like me, who needs idiots? December 15, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Now everything makes sense December 14, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Another Reason I Probably Shouldn’t Be Allowed to Care for Living Things December 13, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Natural Born Cosmetologist December 11, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Mother, if you’re reading this, the part about the four women, it’s not true December 10, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking December 9, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Like, um, yah December 9, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Explosive Votive December 8, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Ten December 6, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Three days of being a single mother, HOW DO YOU PEOPLE DO THIS? December 5, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
She will not be getting toys for Christmas December 3, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Watching in slow motion December 2, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta’s first mashed potatoes experience December 2, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The horror December 1, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Strong as he can be November 30, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Waiting for someone to sing me his song November 29, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Here we are as in olden days November 28, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ain’t gonna happen November 27, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
She’s having a boy November 23, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Feeling Guilty November 23, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Geometry November 23, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I don’t crack the door too far for anyone who’s pushing too hard on me November 22, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
You be well for me November 19, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Not only did I tell Jon, I’m telling the Internet November 18, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The medicine cabinet of a dog who won’t fetch November 18, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Let us rejoice and be glad November 18, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Angels are coming to visit the earth November 17, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
She will never know what life is like without TiVo November 16, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Cautionary Tale November 15, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Small, small world November 15, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
What the World Needs Now is Love November 14, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Rhinestone Cowgirl November 13, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In the Midwest people is too proper to use the word “panty” November 12, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Feeling Guilty November 12, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Go, Dog! Go! November 11, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bipolar baby, sweet little lady, driving me crazy November 10, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Untitled November 8, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Yes, we dipped them in bleu cheese November 7, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Nine November 3, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Stand and be counted November 2, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
VOTE! November 2, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wherein I Clobber the World with This Much Cuteness November 1, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
She fell over! November 1, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
On being an adult October 31, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Leta Frog October 31, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
When the Discovery Channel meets real life October 27, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Holy shit, it’s snowing October 25, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Insurgent October 25, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Developmental Outburst October 24, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Happy Annual It’s Time To Change My Hair Month October 22, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I just reserved my place in Hell October 19, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I want my baby back, baby back, baby back October 18, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Listening October 18, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sound the alarm October 18, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Every comment should include the word “poop” October 15, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The First Born October 13, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Serving a Life Sentence October 13, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Demonstration October 13, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Ma ma ma ma, ba! October 12, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Email: Hate is all you need October 8, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
This is Important October 7, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
How to Charm Me October 6, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Eight October 4, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Venti Disaster October 1, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Second Amendment September 30, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Holy Sabbath Day of Prayer September 29, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking September 27, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
When Geeks Collide September 27, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Have You Reconvened Your Procedure? September 22, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Of Lima Beans and Pickle Juice September 20, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Chillin’ on the MUNI September 18, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
40 Weeks September 16, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
All questions must be submitted in writing September 14, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Our Benevolent Dictator . . . September 13, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
MRI am Freaking Out September 12, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
After Shower But Before Taking the Dog Out to Poop September 10, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Adams Family September 9, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Other Side September 8, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’ve Got a Fever September 7, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Drunken Dooce Coding Again September 6, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
About this site September 5, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Tube September 4, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Seven September 2, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Unlocked Part Two, or, On That Open Road in Front of Me August 31, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Unlocked August 28, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Heather, interrupted August 26, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Chuck vs. The Green Plastic Dinosaur August 22, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking August 20, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Slate Gray Victorian Sell-Out August 19, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My 17 Pound, 28 Inch Tall Gagmeister August 17, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Disastrous End August 9, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Makes Mouths Happy August 6, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In a Van Down by the River August 2, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Six August 1, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
How to Charm Me July 28, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I know I said that I wouldn’t talk about them anymore, but if yours were as sore as mine you’d be talking about them, too July 28, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Beginning of the End of All This Talk About My Boobs July 26, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Birthday Without the Puking and the Screaming July 24, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Shameless Internet Groupies Unite! July 21, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman July 19, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
California, Here We Come July 15, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Have You Done Shane? July 13, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
It’s Going to be Okay July 9, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The post in which I actually use the phrase “hot forks of displeasure” and I am apologizing for it right now July 6, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Five July 3, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I Left My Baby in San Francisco June 28, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Sweet Potato Punkin Head June 22, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Frog Papa June 19, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A Story About My Ass June 16, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Introducing the Newest Member of Our Family: The Nikon D70 June 14, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
RE: HOW ABOUT I TAKE AWAY YOUR BINKY, YOU BITCH! June 12, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Day the Binky Died June 10, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Formula June 4, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Four June 2, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Everybody Hurts May 26, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Armstrong Returning of the Garbage Disposal Disaster May 24, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Pictures of My Daughter With Her Screaming Mouth Closed, Plus One Of The Dog Begging For A Bite Of My Pop Tart May 21, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Tinky Winky, My Baby’s New Binky May 19, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Other Furry Child Who Knows How to Sleep Through The Night May 17, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
License to Shrill May 13, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
More than Words May 12, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’m Just A Girl May 6, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Benevolent Dictator May 4, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Job Description May 1, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
leta.typepad.com April 28, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Three April 27, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
If I Don’t Write About It I’ll Cry About It April 25, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Milestones and Mental Diseases April 22, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Since You Asked April 20, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Maternal Multitasker April 18, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Remembering the Smiles April 14, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Reading April 13, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Surrender April 12, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Teaching Our Daughter About Her Cheeseburger April 11, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Daytrippers April 9, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Apologies April 7, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Requisite Weekly Dosage of Letaness April 5, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I’m so horny but that’s okay…my will is good April 2, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Wife, Mother, Binky-Putter-Back-Inner April 1, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Things I Never Noticed Until I Had a Baby March 30, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Newsletter: Month Two March 29, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Stupid Standard March 25, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Hell Yes, She’s Worth It March 23, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
In The Time It Took Me To Write This Post My Mother Sold Another $400,000 in Avon Products March 22, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Breastfeeding Hunger March 19, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thinking March 17, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A Labor Story March 16, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Boob March 10, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Bad Mood Baby March 8, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
My Unsolicited Advice March 5, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Someone Give Me a Cookie, I Made It Through One Month March 2, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
It All Depends On Your Definition of “Better” February 27, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Underwire Technical Support February 26, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Isn’t She Lovely? February 24, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
CBS Should Make Me Apologize for this Post February 23, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I Typed This Whole Entry With One Hand February 20, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
I Am Becoming THAT Woman February 17, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Thank the Mormon God It’s Friday February 13, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
The Super Mutt and His Sister February 11, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
A Heartbreaking Work of Super Pooping Genius February 9, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |
Our Little Frog Baby February 5, 2004 by Heather B. Armstrong |