Skycraper

Skycraper

At least someone had a productive day.

Monday, Monday

Monday, Monday

Nothing strikes dread into the heart of a new stay at home mom like a rainy Monday morning. Waiting patiently for class to begin before unleashing the crazy. It was 8:00. We were at the kitchen table eating oatmeal. The…

4 years, 7 months, 18 days

4 years, 7 months, 18 days

This morning I decided that 4 years, 7 months and 18 days is the exact age I want Noah to stay. Forever. We had just taken my mom to the airport and stopped at our favorite donut shop. And by…

SnoBall

SnoBall

Stay calm and put the Sno Balls in my belly.  

Diary of a Fun Mom (reflections on the lengths to which I'll go to entertain my kids for 20 minutes)

Diary of a Fun Mom (reflections on the lengths to which I’ll go to entertain my kids for 20 minutes)

My experiment as a stay at home mom began one month ago today. I’ve come a long way. Especially considering that by 10:00 the morning of my first day home, I was convinced I had already failed. Rory was taking…

I Got 99 Problems, and Number Two is #1

I Got 99 Problems, and Number Two is #1

This is a post about bodily functions. One bodily function, actually. It’s fitting, considering this blog basically got started talking about boobs. And let’s face it.  This is the material I have to work with. I can’t advise you on…

Opting out, leaning in and searching for something in between

Opting out, leaning in and searching for something in between

This, again, already? That was my first reaction when I saw the New York Times article “The Opt-Out Generation Wants Back In.” It seems like only yesterday that I was intrigued by the original article about “The Opt-Out Revolution,” But…

Like sands through the hourglass, this is Beach, Part 2

Like sands through the hourglass, this is Beach, Part 2

Today, in the second part of my report on our beach trip, I get pretty sappy for someone who usually rolls her eyes at the advice to “enjoy every minute, time goes so fast!” You’d better read it before I…

My week at the beach, part 1: sippin' on gin and Goldfish (somewhat laid back, with my mind on how much sand Rory ate and how much sand Rory ate on my mind)

My week at the beach, part 1: sippin’ on gin and Goldfish (somewhat laid back, with my mind on how much sand Rory ate and how much sand Rory ate on my mind)

I’m back from the beach. It was exactly what I needed it to be. We went back to the same house for the third year in a row with some good friends of ours. At peak occupancy, we had six…

Sometimes a girl just needs to get laid off.

Sometimes a girl just needs to get laid off.

After two years and as many attempts, I finally finished Gretchen Rubin’s “The Happiness Project”.  Don’t get me wrong; I found the book to be an easy, engaging read from the start. I immediately identified with the author. I just…