I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville wife and mother with a passion for family travel, (mostly) healthy cooking, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries with you, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark.
January 27, 2014
You’d make sure of it.
You wouldn’t hesitate to move your daughter’s canopy bed outside for a tea party with her BFF…
Because this is a totally normal thing to do…
The moment you finished your son’s ridiculously expensive Star Wars bedroom makeover…
he’d tell you he wanted a Spongebob bedroom instead.
Your family would take co-sleeping to a whole new level.
Kids in the bed…
Parents on the floor.
You’d wake up one morning to find this happening in your daughter’s bedroom,
and you’d scream, because it would be just like that scene in Poltergeist…
Except this time, you’d suspect your Ambien prescription might be to blame.
The road to Harvard starts NOW.
You’d discover too late that this kind of reputation is not necessarily a good thing.
A nightmarish bout with head lice in 2011 would result in individualized pillows for every child who spent the night.
Don’t you wish your kids were pottery barn kids?
Header image adapted with permission from Lance Shields/Flickr
All other images via Pottery Barn