Today, September 1st, is the 8th anniversary of our website. To mark this special occasion we want to share a few things with our dear readers. Thank you so much for coming back and reading our stuff. Because of you, our website had over 120,000 hits over the past year. We put out hundreds of
When I was growing up (for the record, I cannot believe I’m old enough to begin a sentence with those words!!), we didn’t have cell phones. Not, like, kids didn’t have them. Nobody had them, as they had not yet been invented. The best chance of tracking down doctors, or spouses kept on short leashes,
I’ve got a message for parents of babies, toddlers and even preschoolers: It gets better. My kids are 3 and a half and 6 and we have turned an amazing corner. They can do so many things for themselves allowing me to reach my full slacker parent potential. I can now relax in the backyard,
Have you ever noticed how much people delight in telling you, “Your life is REALLY over now!” once you become a parent? Scratch that – it actually starts in pregnancy. Any happy news, any milestone or new skill, people are just foaming at the mouth to let you know how much your life is about
I was the first of my friends to have children. I became a mother for the first time at the age of 26, and for the second time at the age of 29. Most of my close friends were living it up in the single life while I was also up until dawn, but for very
Hey Momma- You got a minute? Yes, just one minute? I promise that’s all this will take. How often have you found yourself lamenting over the fact that you have a ton of pictures on your digital camera or taking up space on your iPhone, or little bits of paper scrawled with milestones of your
Tomorrow marks a major milestone in our house: Lovey will be going to Kindergarten. In honor of this gut–wrenching heartbreaking exciting event I wanted to re-post something I originally wrote for my other blog back in February, which coincidentally is the last thing I wrote for my other blog. My sweet girl, I’m not a
People who know me know that I love my birthday. My mom tells me I’ve been like this my whole life; having countdowns that would begin not weeks, but months ahead of time. Lately, I feel like I’m reverting back to my childhood with starting a three-month countdown to this particular birthday but, I mean, it’s
Once a month, I go to the allergist for injections to help manage my seasonal allergies. I get a total of four shots every four weeks, in an effort to keep the sneezes and sniffles at bay. This routine started off as a weekly occurrence, and has stretched out as the years went by to
I’m fortunate to have a job with flexibility to bring my daughter with me to practice when those last-minute conflicts pop up. I don’t make a habit of this, mind you, and she never stays for the whole practice; but there have been a couple of moments this past season where I had to throw Nora
