There was a time when I was clueless about Spanx. They weren’t part of my vocabulary and they certainly weren’t found in my wardrobe with my lacy thongs. Let’s fast forward to now and my mutant belly button after having my 2 kids. Now, I own Spanx and rely on them to create the optical illusion that my body is in order. Thanks, Spanx.
- A
- about
- arbutus street
- art
- art gallery
- B
- beach
- bill
- brown bear brown bear
- C
- cleaning
- coconut oil
- D
- divorce
- E
- evie
- F
- free refills
- G
- grandparents
- H
- hand me downs
- I
- ironing
- J
- just
- K
- katie
- L
- laundry
- lice
- love-hate
- lullabies
- M
- movies
- N
- O
- on the night you were born
- P
- pacifiers
- photo gallery
- poop
- porta potty
- Q
- quetzal
- R
- rushing
- S
- sleep
- socks
- spanx
- spence
- sunsets
- T
- take pictures
- time
- U
- V
- vegetable stand
- W
- whining
- wrestler
- wyoming
- X
- Y
- Yuki
- Z
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