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
When I spit my toothpaste in the sink, some splatters onto the faucet and, for a second, I think to just leave it. Someone else will clean up. I close my eyes and hear the sounds of my childhood like they're right outside my window. Because they are. Except the sounds are coming from my children ... » Learn More about This Adulting Stuff Is For the Birds.