Let’s take a trip down memory staircase, shall we? I love you, Graco. Give me another chance.  If you’ll recall, a few weeks back I [accidentally] chucked my beloved monitor down the stairs with all the grace (and holding back) of an irate bison. Shockingly, it broke. Even more shockingly, kismet and the kind souls at Graco sent me a brand new digital monitor to try for free- if I’d be so kind as to write a few words about {Read More}

During the time I’ve been a nanny- almost a decade- I’ve seen just about everything that goes in, on, or around a child- and most places in, on or around which a child can play. I’ve carted kids to lessons, playdates and child “friendly” locales in the dead of winter and the sloshiest of springs, knowing full well there’s only so many blanket tents and PBS reruns one can tolerate. In some of these locales I’ve spent the entire time {Read More}

When I was a little kid, my Mom and I used to pretend to “shop” various catalogs. We’d have cups of tea and wield big ol’ pens, circling home goods, knickknacks, clothing, and the Wish Book. I circled and craved everything– not because I was greedy (pipe down, sisters) but because I could genuinely make room in my heart for every single item in completely different ways. When I love something, I really love something and it becomes part of my Things (or {Read More}