I Should Barely Be Allowed In Public

I have only met one celebrity in my lifetime, and it didn’t go so well. I used to listen to a local radio show every morning on my way to work. Jeff & Jenn on Q102. And a few years ago, I had the opportunity to meet Jeff at a charity event.  This is…

A Letter to Miles’s Future Wife

Dear {future} Daughter-in-law, Now that you and Miles are married, I feel there are a few things you should know: He gets three “chocolate” chips after he poops in the potty. He calls them chocolate chips, but they’re really butterscotch chips – because I’m sure you know what happens when he eats chocolate. Please be…

Can You Guess What Alice Wants to be When She Grows Up?

She wants to be a teacher. Were you thinking something different?

Words of Wisdom to Miles, Alice and Simon

During my first week of kindergarten, my teacher Mrs. Owl called each child up to her desk individually and asked us to count to 100. I got to 30, and I had no clue what came next. I was so mad.  I knew that Mrs. Owl thought maybe I wasn’t so smart. I felt that I should…

Our Bathroom Stinks!

I’m finally revealing why our master bathroom has been smelling SO bad! I’ve teased you for awhile – starting with this post on Sunday. And then I posted this picture on Facebook yesterday: You had some great guesses – from dead animals to urine – I’m realizing it could have been much worse than it…

Blast from the Past: Big Hairy Dog

One day, about six years ago, Even Steven was out of town, and I let Big Hairy Dog out into the backyard. I didn’t realize that the gate was open until much later, and Big Hairy Dog had escaped! I ran through the neighborhood calling for him and was on the street behind ours when…

Blast from the Past: Bring the Powder

In case you missed it the first time – here’s a post from the past – July 24, 2009, to be exact. Now that we have three kids (and still two kids in diapers), it’s true more than ever… Bring the Powder To be honest, living with two kids in diapers and a big hairy…

Why’s that lady looking at your bottom?

My babysitter cancelled at the last minute – just as I needed to walk out the door for my six-week postpartum checkup with the Ob/Gyn. You know – the one where they take a peek at everything? So I did the only thing I could do. I loaded the kids into the minivan, tossed some…

They’re Going to Turn 8 Someday…

I was pushing Simon in the stroller the other day, and I was stopped by two women who wanted to admire my sweetie. They marveled at his toes, at the way he was sucking his thumb at the roundness of his head… oh wait, that was me. Seriously – I’ve never had a kid with…