I’m a zombie.

No, it’s not because I’m still on a Halloween hangover; it’s because someone (read: me) had the brilliant idea to switch their daughter to a big girl bed this week, right in the middle of a crazy-busy time. Because we working moms don’t multitask enough, right? I’ve got a lot on my plate. I’ve taken… Read More I’m a zombie.

My “Baby”

My youngest is now 2 years and 4 months old.  She goes to “school”, runs like the wind to keep up with her big brother and sister, speaks in full sentences (some of which I can understand), is potty trained, and has about a 75% success rate with utensils and regular cups (plastic – please,… Read More My “Baby”

My "Baby"

My youngest is now 2 years and 4 months old.  She goes to “school”, runs like the wind to keep up with her big brother and sister, speaks in full sentences (some of which I can understand), is potty trained, and has about a 75% success rate with utensils and regular cups (plastic – please,… Read More My "Baby"