A Barefoot Books Story Time!


I’m so excited to announce that I’ll be doing my first Barefoot Books story time this weekend!  If you are in the Cincinnati area and have littles you’re looking to entertain, why not come out and join me (and bring a friend, or two, or more)?  The story time will be targeted to kids under 5, but all ages are more than welcome to attend!  I promise to make it a fun and engaging afternoon.

We’ll get the wiggles and the giggles out as we roar along with “I Dreamt I was a Dinosaur“, practice our counting and animal sounds with “The Gigantic Turnip“, and get our groove on with “The Animal Boogie“.  If we have time, there may also be some other surprise books for us to explore!

I’ll also have some copies of the books we’re reading available for purchase, as well as a selection of other great titles for this age group.  Of course, if I don’t have something on hand, I can always order it for you, or, better yet, you can book a party and get it for free!  Party hosts who commit to a party on Saturday will get a special deal from me, on top of the great incentives provided by Barefoot Books!

I do hope you’ll join me!  Questions?  Ping my Barefoot Books page on Facebook or post a comment here!

Hope to see you there… happy reading!

Disastrous Outfits

Jon and I both work full time, and so Ian is in daycare full time. There are times when I really wish he wasn’t, and I was staying home with him instead- most days I miss him terribly while I’m at work and would so much rather be going on adventures with him. And then there are times when I’m really glad he’s in daycare- he’s learning so many fun things, meeting new friends, and having to respect and listen to other adults. But that conversation is really better suited for its own post, and that’s not why I’m writing today. I only bring all this up to make the point that Ian is a daycare kid with 2 full time working parents.

So, anyway, I have an approximately 45 minute commute from the house to work. Jon has an approximately 4 minute commute. (Yeah, we planned that well!) We knew we wanted Ian to go to daycare closer to home so that his friends wouldn’t be 45 minutes away. And I didn’t want him to be in the car forever each morning and evening. So the daycare we picked is about 1 mile from Jon’s office. Which means that the husband has daycare duty- drop off and pick up- unless something comes up at work and he needs me to step in.

This is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I can leave the house early enough to beat traffic (and take a carpool!) and get an early start to the day- thus ensuring an early departure in the afternoon. Also a blessing because I don’t have to deal with the heart-wrenching teary goodbyes in the morning (which don’t really happen anymore, but whenever I dropped him off when he was under 1, it was pretty common…thankfully I didn’t have to endure that very often). But a curse because I don’t get to see him when I leave in the morning, kiss him goodbye, or tell him to have a great day. A curse because I don’t get to interact with his daycare teachers as much as I would like. And also a curse because my husband has sole responsibility for dressing the little monster….and sometimes that leads to *interesting* outfits (OK, so maybe you think curse is too strong, but maybe you should look at the pictures first…).

For instance, look at this gem from last week.


Ian came home from daycare, ran to me, gave me a hug- and I looked at his striped shirt and plaid pants and asked Jon, “Was it mismatch day at daycare today?” In typical husband fashion, he looked at me with a confused smile and slowly said, “…no…why?” And as I smirked at him and gestured at our son, he smiled sheepishly and said defensively, “what? That matches!!!” OK, sure, honey.

But I think my all time favorite mismatch outfit is this one, from when Ian was 11 months old.

Again with the stripes and plaids…I’m not quite sure why Jon thinks these things go together- maybe because they share a color? Oh, silly man.

Considering I don’t do the waking up-changing diaper-herding child-dressing child routine, I can’t complain too much about it. I should probably be happy Ian is clothed! But in all fairness, Jon normally does a good job picking out an acceptable outfit for Ian each day. It’s just every now and then when he throws in a wacky one- but at least it keeps us laughing!

What’s the strangest thing your kid has ever worn??

You’re invited to a Barefoot Books twitter party!


I’m extremely excited to announce that I am hosting a Barefoot Books twitter party this Friday (8/8) at 8PM EST!!! We’ll be chatting about children’s books, parenting, and more. It will be a fun night of laughter, great conversation, giveaways, and shopping. I’d love it if you would join me. For more information and to RSVP (RSVPing isn’t required but is appreciated!), go to bethbfb.com/get-social!

Father’s Day

Happy father’s day to all the dads out there!!!!

I especially want to say thanks and happy father’s day to my dad. He taught me so much (and continues to teach me) and I would definitely not be the person I am today without him.


Happy father's day, pop!

And of course happy father’s day to my dear sweet husband! Life would be a whole lot less fun without you in it! I’m so fortunate to have such a kind, loving man as my husband and as the father of my child…Ian and I are two lucky ducks!


Happy father's day, honey!!

Hope you got a chance to wish the special fathers in your life a very happy father’s day!!

a boy and his dog

This was just too sweet not to share.


Last night, as wild man was winding down for bed, he grabbed ‘blankie’ and laid down next to fatty dog.

He grinned at her and petted her head, and it was just so cute I had to sneak a picture.


Considering his new favorite thing is to shriek and then charge at the pets (and continue to chase them until they find a place to hide), this peaceful, loving gesture was just so wonderful to see.


We love our cats dearly, and we’ve always said once fatty dog passes, we probably won’t get a new dog any time soon…but moments like this make me question that and wonder. Maybe we will always need a dog in our lives afterall…

Wild man and fatty dog

Wild man and fatty dog