How did you come up with the name “Smells Like Popsicles”?
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So from the minute my daughter told me “It smells like popsicles”, I just knew I had to use that phrase somehow, somewhere, someway, some time, because it was just too funny to not use. I thought about naming my {somewhere down the road} photography business “Smells Like Popsicles Photography”, but that doesn’t quite have a good ring to it. I thought about getting “Smells Like Popsicles” on my license plate but it wouldn’t fit.
When I decided to try to go global with my {interesting, well-written, clever, funny, and with decent photos} blog, “Smells Like Popsicles” seemed the logical best option for a name.
Smells Like Popsicles was born in the summer of 2009. But the blog really started back in February 2006, when we found out we were pregnant with our first baby, who turned out to be a girl, born that fall.
Who are the main characters?
Me: I’m the mom (and wife). I used to play hockey and be a lot more fun. But I’m loving life now too.
DH: My husband (or dear husband) and my babies’ daddy. He still plays hockey.
Mallory: Our 4-yr old, curly-haired, blond ball of spunk. She likes to watch hockey and wear spinny dresses. We aren’t sure where she gets her curly hair and I’m trying to teach her to answer “the mail man” when people ask her where the hair comes from.
Carson: Our 1.5 old “tank”. He was 10lbs, 8ozs when he was born. I was afraid to have a boy for fear of getting peed on. My fears weren’t irrational. It happened…a lot.
And finally, Cooper: Our 5-yr old black lab. He has bum elbows but in true labrador spirit, he’s too dumb to know when to stop, so he gets pretty gimpy with too much activity. Cooper used to get a lot more airtime on this here blog, but has since been relegated to the back-back-back-background. Sorry, Poops. You are our Marley and I still love you!
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