I will be the first to admit that our mornings are a little hectic around here.
Somehow, back in the days of me working full-time, I managed to get myself up and dressed, get two toddlers up and dressed – and we would all be buckled into the car and heading for daycare and work no later than 7 a
I was sitting here during naptime today thinking of all the ways that I have already failed as a mother…
Like the time that I somehow missed the marker on the floor and Simon ate it.
Or how I posted pictures online of Alice sitting on the potty.
Or how when Alice isn’t listen
You know how some people are really, really pretty – but they don’t know it? I had always assumed that’s how it was with me and overall sexiness.
I figured I was probably crazy sexy, I just didn’t realize it – and no one had ever bothered to tell me because they figured that I knew.
For the past six years, I’ve been absolutely terrified of having family pictures taken professionally.
Seriously – terrified.
I would watch all of my friends hiring photographers and coming home with the most amazing pictures of their family. I would feel envious. I would think about having pi
If you have little kids – or if you’re pregnant – pay attention. Because I’m about to solve most of the parenting problems you’ve ever had.
Well, I’m not personally going to solve them. In fact, I’m pretty sure you should never take my parenting advice, especially since my 4-year-old said to me t
Even Steven and I are a lot like most parents.
We’re full of joy and love for our kids.
We laugh at things they say and take pride in small milestones (like when Alice finally learned to wipe herself and get the toilet paper into the toilet afterwards.)
We take our jobs as parents ser
Yesterday was the coldest day of my life.
Okay – it probably wasn’t really.
I was born in the 80’s, and I grew up in Michigan – so I’m guessing that if I had been 8 years old with temps below zero – we wouldn’t have talked about it. My mom would have just sent me out to ice skate on the swamp
Let’s go ahead and make something very clear here: everything is Even Steven’s fault.
I’m sure you already knew that, but just in case you didn’t, let me repeat myself.
Everything is Even Steven’s fault.
Okay – maybe not really. But it makes me feel better to blame him.
At least a li
My great-grandmother used to say that the state of your life on New Year’s Eve was an indication of the rest of your year.
Her advice used to freak me out. I’d spend my last few days of each year racing around, cleaning out closets, doing crunches, Nairing my upper lip and vacuuming like a mad w