I live for traditions. Big holiday traditions and small little family routines. I have so many memories from my own childhood that center around the little family “traditions” my parents created for us, some intentional, some on accident and some just randomly repeated. I hope to have my children grow up with the same love for family tradition that I have, and it’s fun to see our little patterns develop, like Sunday trips to the Farmer’s Market and early morning…
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To the nice man I met on our morning walk: I apologize for acting extremely stand-offish, and dismissive…but you make me nervous (and not in a good way). I’m sure you are a very nice man. You are probably…
Sometimes you just need to read a children’s book. Today, after running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to shop for Thanksgiving dinner, my son asked me to read him “Being Thankful,” by Mercer Mayer.…
Tis the time of the year we honor those Rockin’ Daddies! The gift has been bought. The date is swiftly approaching…so I figured I would take advantage of nap time and scour the internet for fun, exciting and most…
When we first brought Avery home from the hospital, Riley (our adorably spoiled rotten English Bulldog) was amazing. We had my parents bring her a hospital blanket every night. She sniffed them, put them in her mouth and paraded around the…
Technology rules our lives. Everyday I hear about a new app, new website, new fancy schmancy gizmo to make our lives easier, flashier, “better”. As I sit here writing at my makeshift “desk” (aka my kitchen table), I remember…
In the rare instance that someone has managed to assure me that they aren’t going to steal my baby and I have some confidence that they will be able to provide quality care to my child, I hire them. …
If I ran into Kim Kardashian on the street, I would hug her. Like, really hug her. Not because I’m a creepy super fan, I actually have never even seen Keeping Up With the Kardashians, but because I think…
My son thinks any food that is remotely close to lukewarm is too hot to eat. I’m pretty sure it’s my fault. Basically, we are hippies – I’m like an L.A., I love yoga, free people, flip-flops and long wavy…
It’s clean-up time! No, not my apartment….not my car (although both of those things could probably benefit from a thorough cleaning). I’m talking about my inappropriately charming potty mouth. I’ve known the time would come, and honestly I’m shocked that…