To the person who thinks my home phone number is a fax machine and started calling at midnight on a night when I actually went to bed before midnight and continued calling every 30 minutes until I took the phone off the hook at 1 AM, I am trying really, really hard to love you.Read the whole post >>
The Family Bed…
…according to a snuggly, dog-loving 3-year-old who never leaves her furry friends behind when she makes her nightly pilgrimage to Mommy and Daddy’s bed. (Madeline arranged these toys in her dollhouse and then proudly exclaimed, “Look! They’re all ready for bed!” Just like this poor, plastic couple, I fear we’re soon going to be takenRead the whole post >>
Choose Your Words Carefully…
Madeline, our nocturnal child, is obsessed with what adults do once she retires for the evening. We were downstairs one morning when she saw a DVD cover for 24. “What’s this?” she asked. “An adult movie,” I stupidly said. “You watch this when I sleep?” “Yes.” Later that evening as we all sat down forRead the whole post >>
Growing Old Gracefully?
I really, really try to not get too wrapped up in vanity, but I have to say it’s a teensy-weensy bit disheartening when you’re not even 30 and your 3-year-old is staring at your forehead and asks, “Mommy, what are all those little lines on your face?”
You Know You’re Tired When…
You get out of the shower, twist your wet hair into a towel turban and realize you never even picked up the soap to wash your bod.