Disclosure: I am doing this review in exchange for a one-year subscription of the KidloLand Nursery Rhymes App. I love being honest about all my reviews so all opinions really are my own! I’m a failure. I can put up beautiful pictures of my kids on Facebook and show happy moments, but it hides the truth. I suck! Well, more specifically, I suck at potty training my children. It all started when I tried to potty train my oldest, Ginny. She was two and therefore ready to start learning how to use the potty, or so I thought. Ginny did
A few months ago, StickerKid approached me. They wanted to partner with me. They asked if I would test their product and become an affiliate. When I took a look at who they were, I fell in love with their product. Since the product would be more timely to review in September, I held off. Of course, in early September, we sold our house and the move became a priority. Unfortunately, I forgot about the review I needed to do. And, I’ll be honest, I feel awful about it. StickerKid deserves more. StickerKid makes personalized name labels in stickers and iron-on labels.
This review is part III in a 3-part series. If you would like to read the first two parts of the review, follow the links below: Skin Experiment: Rodan + Fields Review Part I 30 Days Later: Rodan + Fields Review Part I Sixty days ago, I started an experiment of sorts. Amy Hogue, a consultant for Rodan + Fields and my sister, asked me to review the skin care line for my blog. I was reticent at first for a few reasons; the main one being that if it didn’t go well, I didn’t want to upset Amy. You
I’m an optimist, realist, and a skeptic. Whenever I see people claiming that a product can do miracles, I tend not to believe them. Why? If it sounds too good to be true, it often is. When my sister, Amy, asked me to do a review of Rodan + Fields skin care line, I was hesitant (as I mentioned in Part I). I made sure to tell her I would be honest with my opinions. She said she knew that and understood. Here I am 30 days later with some results. I undertook this skin care experiment to see if
I’m one of those people who avoid everyone who sells stuff on Facebook. You know the people I’m talking about? From Thirty-One (or is it Thirty-Two? I’m not sure) to Essential Oils to Norwex to Pampered Chef, I’m not interested. Some of my friends of mine on Facebook seem to be in constant sales pitch mode, too, leading me to skip their status. (I don’t blame them; they are trying to earn some money.) Recently, my sister, Amy, joined this club of women (at least all of my friends selling stuff are women) selling products. I don’t know how she found
My husband, Chris, and I started reading to our oldest, Ginny, when she was a baby. We got a slower start with Grace around 9-10 months old, which my husband feels guilty over to this day. No matter when we began our ritual of reading to our girls, our girls love to read. We have tons of books in our home. Books that they “read” on their own; books they bring to us to read to them; and books they sleep with. Yes, my girls even sleep with their books. They love books that much! Recently, Ginny has decided that