On this day eight years ago, you were gently lifted from my body at 3:30 am. Certain you were my Mia Rose, I slurred liar! when the doctor announced you were a boy. Anesthesia and I never did get along. You didn't come into the world the way I had envisioned, and you weren't the dark-haired ... » Learn More about Who Said You Could Turn Eight?!
My newly minted three-year-old takes after her big sister in a lot of ways. She rocks a mean pair of sunglasses, has a fantastic imagination, and has begun telling me something "sissy" always says: "Mama, I don't yike you, I YUVE you!" As the recipient of this sweetness, I am expected to feign ... » Learn More about I Don’t Yike You, I Yuve You!! (+ a giveaway!)
Dear Ella, Even though you won't be reading or embarrassed by my blog for a few more years, I wanted to document your special day here anyway. Plus, the princess on your card took up all the room where I wanted to write, and I knew scribbling over Belle's face would be frowned upon. I cannot ... » Learn More about This is Six
My husband has decided to get the ol' snip-snip. I have thoughts about this. Many, many thoughts. I try to articulate them to him, but because I have the gift of never finding the right words when speaking, I figured I'd write them down instead. Here goes. Dear Husband, I understand you ... » Learn More about On the Eve of My Husband’s Vasectomy
As far as temperaments go, I'm not what you'd consider laid back. I'm no incensed insult-slinging Donald Trump, but those who know me best would never use the following words to describe me: chill calm nonchalant easy-going unflappable In fact, I'm quite flappable. And if you get me ... » Learn More about A Surefire Way to Piss Off This Lady