It’s Summer. It’s HOT. And I really, really, really, REALLY do not want to cook or prepare meals outside of the daily lunch boxes that accompany the kids to preschool. I’m phoning it in, and frankly, Scarlett, I don’t give a damn. (It’s too hot to give any damns). TOO HOT. Last week I prepared
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Or, otherwise entitled, “Take me OUT OF the Ball Game: Adventures in Parenting Toddlers in the Wild.” By, Marie & Erin. Erin and I live dangerously. You may remember us from such tales as, “Taking Children to real life restaurants and living to tell about it,” and, the Mom Classic- “ESCAPED- one night out in
We had some big plans for Sunday. They involved a big family-size inflatable pool, hot dogs, and a fire pit with S’mores. Mother Nature, however, had others. Instead of the hot and steamy afternoon in the pool, we were met with a soggy and pretty chilly day that we would have to turn around. We
My homegirl, Mary Grace, had a great post up yesterday about texting– it’s our new lifeline- whether you like it or not, texting is here to stay, and it’s only gonna get bigger, IMO. (In my opinion). We just came off of another Legislative Session at the Capitol in Hartford, and, like Mary Grace, I
Look at us. I mean just LOOK. AT. US. Often, well, no, strike that…. Every Time someone looks at a picture of me and Livvy, I hear, “Oh Wow!! She really is your Mini Me!!” And I smile a sheepish smile, nod my head, and say, “Yep! Just like lookin’ in a mirror!” Which is
One day in February I was scrolling through my Twitter feed, and happened to see a tweet from Another Mother Runner, the brainchild of Dimity McDowell and Sarah Bowen Shea, two badass runner moms. They have written three books focused on mother runners, and have built a dynamic empire of runner moms everywhere. In a
Alternate title, for all of you old school Charlie Brown fans- “Happiness is… when your child begs and pleads for a sleepover at Nonni & Poppy’s house.” Because that is exactly what happened last weekend! Jake had been begging, pleading, literally clasping his hands and BEGGING to have a sleepover at my parents’ house. How
This past Easter, I found myself in a conversation with some family members about our morning routines. When asked what time I leave the house, I replied, “Oh, around 8:10-8:15ish. But at the latest, 8:15, or everyone will be super late.” My response was met with guffaws. Literally. Guffaws from my questioners. “Oh, Wow! Oh,
An oldie but a GOODIE! We’re on notice- Easter is around the corner! Granted that corner is hidden by a disgusting grey pile of dirty snow, but, around the corner nonetheless! A couple years ago I discovered the art of dipping the marshmallow sugar coated confections known as, Peeps, into melted fine white chocolate. And
Hello Spring! Where have you been all my life!? Or at least that’s what it feels like over here in the icebox that is Connecticut. The winter of our discontent is how Bostonians feel about this situation. And who can blame them? To put it bluntly? This snow? Well it can take an all expenses paid
