I know it is, because my date night starts out at a nice restaurant, with ambitious plans to watch a 10 p.m. movie or go to a local comedy club afterwards–but almost always ends up at the bookstore down the street from the restaurant, where the two of us sit like lumps in the cafe, flipping through books and magazines until we yawn and send the babysitter home early. Read more →
Quote of the day:
“The secret of feeding a healthy family is to love good food, trust yourself and share that with your children.”
I know some people think it’s wrong to hide veggies in kids’ food—that we should teach them to savor greens instead. My response to this is, “If you can get your child to savor veggies, rock on! But please don’t judge the rest of us who are sneakin’ ‘em in when and where we can, because plan A (a four-year-old savoring steamed spinach with garlic and shallots), didn’t, uh, quite work out.
My husband and I went away for five days and four nights. We didn’t take our kids with us. We left them at home to fend for themselves–the baby can change his own diapers, right? Just kidding. We left them with my husband’s spry and active parents, who made sure they ate their broccoli, went to museums and didn’t watch much TV.
So the kids were better off without us anyway, right? Right. Right?? Confession: I may have had just a smidge of mommy guilt when we were carousing around Key West. Read more →
I love yard sales. I love reusing and recycling and getting out in the community and seeing new neighborhoods and, of course, talking to people.
Yesterday after snagging some amazing kitchen chairs that I’m gonna paint pink, purple, green and periwinkle, I got a bit lost driving home. Read more →
Here are some questions I never asked random people when I was pregnant:
“Do I look like I’m gaining the correct amount of weight?”
“Can you tell whether it’s a boy or a girl judging by the size of my butt?”
“Do you approve of my decision not to be a stay-at-home mom after this child is born?” Read more →
There’s this odd dance that always seems to take place at the birthday parties my kids are invited to:
-Ample pizza is ordered, enough for all of the invited children, their parents, and possibly a small village combined.
-The children eat the pizza.
-The parents do not.
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