She’s just like her mother.

Thought I’d try something new. For me, anyhow. For the rest of the blogosphere, it’s most likely horridly clichéd. Here’s my attempt at a Wordless Wednesday. (I am failing already.) I will not explain why I love these pictures. Or what they mean. Or why the last one is so terribly funny. It’s killing me, but I will not. Because it’s Wordless Wednesday. And I have already said too much.

Also, liverwurst now comes in slices.

I think I see a dandelion, Dad. There was a lot to celebrate this weekend. Globally, the capture of Osama Bin Laden. (And while I rarely “celebrate” any death, I happily acknowledge the sense of justice permeating the interwebs. To paraphrase a friend -thanks Andrew Slack!- Everyone remembers where they were on 9/11; scattered all across the globe. And now everyone will remember where they were when they heard news of Bin Laden’s death- on Facebook.) Regionally, we were stoked {Read More}

This kid is getting way too good at aging.

Tomorrow, Nora Jane turns eighteen months. (Yes, I still say 18 months- and will continue to- for a little bit longer. But I do temper this response, depending on the audience. If I say anything other than ‘a year’ or ‘almost a year and a half’ to my friends without kids, it’s invariably met with an eye roll. However, if I omit the exact month when replying to a parent, the question will be asked again, more specifically. Because without the {Read More}

Please buy me a toy.

I’ll admit it. I got really excited when I was asked to review Ebeanstalk.com’s Toys For 2 Year Olds. Sure, Nora’s barely a year and a half, but you have to think BIG when it comes to the stuff you’ll be Playing. With. All. Day. Every. Day. In the past, we’ve been the lucky recipients of Ebeanstalk’s stellar Grow And Learn series, which gave us gifts all throughout the first year of her life. Right after she was born, Nora received the {Read More}

Is that like Baker Street?

Last night I had a dream that I had the most amazing blog post. It was timely, well-written, and was essentially gonna make everyone understand that I had Something To Say. Unfortunately, by the time I realized I had not yet posted the thing, it was 5pm. And, as everyone knows, due to a self-imposed and completely random timetable, I need to have the blog posted by 11am. If not earlier. So I went to post the darn thing, but somehow {Read More}

This goes way beyond Mommy Fashion.

Fashion. During our commute this morning, I handed a book back to Nora and saw that it had been in publication for 25 years. I laughed and said that was crazy, since that was how old I was. Then I paused, realizing that I was indeed that age…plus five years and ten months. Which makes me painfully close to 31.  I mentioned to Peej that I still felt like I was in my mid-twenties, and if I had to check a {Read More}

Weekends Are For Eating.

Corn dogs forever. Okay. So, this snow is seriously an unexpected turn of events. Especially to my ranunculus- which, yes, I realize makes me sound a thousand creaky years old- but they [were] lovely be-petaled window box beauties…and are now flowersicles. If there is one victory, it is that the sneaky bunnies and the mammoth squirrel we’ve named The Don will no longer be able to pilfer my lettuce. (Ha HAH.) Before I spiral into a depressing morning of Snuggie-wearing {Read More}

You’re driving me to snack.

Not me. Or Mii.  My Wii Fit (Plus) and I need to talk. Actually, it may be better if someone else spoke to him. (Her? Probably “her.” No one condescends quite like a woman.) I decided to hop up on the ol’ Wii balance board yesterday- with Nora in tow. (Side note- try working out with a toddler if you ever want to really feel like you’re living the good life.) Right off the bat, the Wii’s all like- Oh {Read More}