Daylight Savings AGAIN?!

Out of sorts. But not Emo malaise. It has come to my attention- and not for the first time, either- that the institution of Daylight Savings is a terrible idea. Truly awful. Lemme ‘splain. 1. Neither I, nor anyone in my immediate family or scope of reference, has now or at any time been A FARMER. I care not about an extra hour of crop harvestin’. Or an hour less. (I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHICH ONE IT BENEFITS.) All know {Read More}

The New Normal.

Sure thing, Mom. Things are finally starting to settle into a routine around here. This is good news, as Susannah is exactly a month old tomorrow and that’s a rather long time for a hazy, crazy bit of whirliness. It’s also juuust about long enough for Nora’s panic/insanity/full-body-tantrums-every-time-the-doorbell-rings to have run its course. Some might say it’s actually a few days too long, but we try not to judge, overmuch. We’re beginning to discover what the New Normal means- which {Read More}

Dads Are The Best.

We Like Her A Little Bit.

Two! My wildly wonderful Nora Jane, You are- unequivocally- two years old. While I’d long suspected this age (since- oh, you were nine or ten months old), the calendar finally backs me up. Two years going on fourteen, that’s you. In the color spectrum, you are neither grey nor pastel, but every single bold and definite shade. In the ’80s, back when Day Glo was a very real concept, you would have been those short-lived (but much adored) neon Crayolas. {Read More}

P.J. Is The Awesomesauciest.

You know, just hanging at Alcatraz. Today is my darling husband Peej’s 30th birthday. And since he makes the other 364 days so nice for me, I thought I’d return the favor by detailing why he’s the greatest thing since sliced cinnamon raisin bread. In list form. 30. P.J. mixes a mean cocktail; Moscow Mules, Hot Todgers, Painkillers, Sidecars…and he’ll even share them. 29. I’ve seen him look equally as good (really, really good) wearing a cowboy hat, a three-piece Calvin Klein {Read More}

Halloween Prep.

Our ghosts…or as Nora called them, “the nice octopuses.” Ladybug with a springtime hat. Reluctant punkin’.

Okay, Girls…Naptime!

Both had late nights this weekend. I feel like today is the first day of a new job that I’ve really wanted for a super long time…and for which I may or may not have padded my resume a tad. In a nutshell, I am alone with my children for the first time ever. EVER. Which is a truly bizarre thing to say. We have had nonstop family and friends are constant helpers/personal slaves for the past three weeks. (Which is {Read More}

Now She Can Get A Part-Time Job.

Nora is pretty pleased with me. Part of my review for LeapFrog’s My Own Storytime Pad required that she give it a whirl and personalize it to her liking. And there’s a lot of liking. The thing is pretty cool; a preschooler’s version of a tablet, complete with pretend (and individualized!) emails from Mom, Dad, and Suzy, stories that she can choose, built-in playlists and the ability to create her own songs. There’s an ABC function that lets her type out {Read More}