Labor Day

Labor Day

On Labor Day, the unofficial last day of summer, Noah learned how to swim. The moment was as poignant as it was proud, as he could have drowned at our neighborhood’s summer kick-off event less than three months before. The…

Coupejacked

Coupejacked

Sista sista (I totally knew how much I missed ya)

Sista sista (I totally knew how much I missed ya)

My sister was here over the long weekend, which means I had some of my happiest days of the year. For those of you who grew up with Katie and me, your memories of our relationship probably include me running from…

It's hip to be careful

It’s hip to be careful

I turned around from the front seat, and Noah had these on. You heard it here first: safety goggles are the next hipster eyewear trend.

The Stool (or, Poop, there it is!)

The Stool (or, Poop, there it is!)

In a day of ups and downs, things had been trending up. Sure, there was Rory’s face plant in the kitchen, resulting in face-blood of unspecified origins (nose? tongue? cheek?). But we had regrouped, made it to the library to…

Ring-a-Ding-Ding

Ring-a-Ding-Ding

Someone needs to tell these guys that no one uses  their phone to make calls anymore.

Happiness Commandment #3 - Go to Bed Earlier

Happiness Commandment #3 – Go to Bed Earlier

Previously on Hot Breakfast: Recently laid off and clutching a well-worn copy of The Happiness Project, I wrote  Ten Happiness Commandments. The idea was to create guideposts to keep me on the right path when the days at home got long…

Have Baby, Will (Sweat Profusely While You) Travel

Have Baby, Will (Sweat Profusely While You) Travel

My sister is coming to visit next week! It’s the first time she’s visited us since having her first baby in March. Naturally, as I’m an expert mom (having turned out two developmentally advanced and perfectly behaved boys), she turned…

Skycraper

Skycraper

At least someone had a productive day.

Sweet dreams are made of creeps

Sweet dreams are made of creeps

Friday night, I had a dream that I lived in the apartment above Dooce. In real life, she’s a blogger I admire. In my dream, she was a romance novel writer. Those with the barrel-chested, bodice-ripping Fabios on the cover…