The Razor Kixi Scribble Scooter Giveaway!

Disclaimer: Razor scooters generously provided me a complimentary Razor Scribble Scooter to review, but I haven’t been otherwise compensated. All thoughts, opinions, and envious feelings are entirely my own.  The Razor Kixi Scribble Scooter A Razor, you guys! For my third and final giveaway this week, I get to give away a Razor scooter! A bitty and adorable powerhouse of a first scooter with- get this- built-in art. Think exhaust pipes but a heck of a lot cuter. It comes in {Read More}

I Went To Sweet Suite ’13 & All I Got Was This Lousy Night Of Insane Fun.

Here’s what happens when I get invited to spifftacular social media events: I turn into Wayne Campbell, a la Wayne’s World, flashing my media badge backstage at the Alice Cooper concert. (“Is this cool?” “Is this good here?”) I have zero shame, and even less regret. On July 26th, I was lucky enough to attend The Big Toy Book Sweet Suite ’13, hosted by a plethora of amazingsauce people: Joey Fortman of Real Mom Media, Charlene DeLoach of Charlene Chronicles, {Read More}

Is that not the best short fiction title EVER?

I was not kidding. I’ve recently begun a new project. Which means I’ve been talking about it nonstop and whining about it to my big sister. But not so much actually “doing” it. (We all have our process, right?) And it’s a big undertaking; I’m going to attempt to scan and file every single document of importance ever, so that future generations can marvel at my utter inability to throw away a napkin. Picture this- I’ve kept a scrapbook binder of {Read More}

Who doesn’t love a good tummy flower?

Remember how I said that one month/six months/eleven months was my favorite age? I was wrong. Turns out, my all-time favorite is a week shy of twenty months. (It’s true.) Sure, we’re smack dab in the middle of the Terrible Twos on-ramp…which is really just a dramatic way of saying that someone is incredibly bossy and specific, with simply awful fall-out if not instantly heeded. (But I’ve worked in the theatre since the age of nine. This is nothing. Ever {Read More}

It might be Laying Down Time soonish.

Hide n’ seek foyer time. There are few things nicer than lining up hordes of Little People (the teensy, plasticky ones- not folks with dwarfism) and shoving them into neon-colored houses and miniature fairy castles. It helps if one’s assistant is a miniature, round-cheeked gal herself. Farm equipment and bus stop accessories optional. Nora loves her toys. Loves putting them precisely where they ought to go and then belly-flopping them into smithereens. Both activities make her so happy that it’s hard to {Read More}

Thank goodness she has something to play with, now.

This post is a tad late today, but I have an awesome excuse: I was playing with all of my childhood [ahem] toys in my parents’ attic. We’re talking Barbies and their clothing from the ’70s (I think they were hand-me-downs from my cousins, soda shoppes, multiple dollhouses and furniture, pieces that I made myself…and they were all wrapped in at least seven layers of paper towels. ‘Cause I was afraid all the plastic and felt blankies would break in all {Read More}