Thrilled. An Open Letter To My Daughter Susannah: Zu. You are nine months old, as of yesterday. Also, as of yesterday, you inspired multiple people to consider having a baby. (Actually, that’s been the case since you entered this world. You’re kinda the poster child for Awesome Baby.) And now, you’re entering the competition for Awesome Child. You have many things going for you; sleep habits (nonstop), eating preferences (all of them), and general ability to jive with nearly any {Read More}
Surfin’ Safari It Ain’t.
June 28, 2012 By 1 Comment
“There’s some good chompin’ sand over here, Susannah!” There are days where you feel like you’ve unlocked the door to Competent Adulthood. Then there are other days where bang your head on the beam of Ignorant Idiocy. Today would most likely skew towards the latter. It didn’t start out that way. No, the morning began with a cleaned kitchen, three loads of put-away laundry, prepped lunches, and an invitation to join our friends (and their daughter Emily, who happens to be {Read More}
10 Ways Kids Are Like Ravers.
June 21, 2012 By 1 Comment
High on life and/or fruit leathers. Terrifyingly off-the-wall party or simply an afternoon hanging out with the kids? You be the judge: 10. There is definitely someone with an oral fixation next to you who keeps trying to eat your bracelet. 9. At least one person is completely naked for no discernible reason. 8. Someone is babbling about getting some food. Again. 7. There is a girl, standing alone, sobbing uncontrollably about nothing of consequence. (We will get you another lollipop!) {Read More}
We Still Got It.
June 18, 2012 By 2 Comments
Abandoned. We had another whirlwind weekend in Cincy. (And really, aren’t they all whirlwinds? Every darned last one of them. Especially the ones where you’re hurtling down the Indiana Turnpike for six hours at a time. That rather zips the time along.) We had a great time with family. P.J.’s aunt had a lovely 60th birthday shindig (wherein my eldest child ate nothing but black beans and blue frosting and my youngest ate everything not tied down). There was a jaunt {Read More}
Broken House Still Broken.
May 14, 2012 By 1 Comment
See? The crumbling stoop loves me! I was extremely ready for the weekend. This is largely in part because I love weekends, but even more largely in part (how many parts am I allowed?) because the house broke even further on Thursday night. P.J., having ventured downstairs after work to, you know, inspect the demolition team’s work- because boys simply HAVE to poke the drywall, ask about the coils, and guess how many RBIs it gets. (I have no idea what {Read More}
Best Birth Control On The Market.
April 19, 2012 By 5 Comments
Great story, Mom. Let me set the stage for you. Nora, having recently begun the whole All Underwear, All The Time show, was having a hit or miss kinda morning. That said, by 9am I had already sanitized everything on which a little bum could fit. (Because, the sad reality is this: Potty training a two year-old is awfully akin to chasing an incontinent velociraptor.) Susannah, for her part, had been constipated for two days. And was covered with mashed {Read More}
Nora’s Practically A Money Guru.
April 12, 2012 By 3 Comments
And now, an exceptional money saving tip from the most unlikely of sources: Two year-old Nora Jane. Looking to save a little bit extra on those peskily expensive items of produce? Live n’ learn, folks, live n’ learn. Here’s how Nora does it: We walk to Cermak Produce, our favorite exceptionally affordable Hispanic grocery store. Walking through its vast aisles of fruits and veggies, Nora happily announces that she wants apples! Eggplants! Whatever that spiky thing is! (One of those vaguely {Read More}
Easter Is A Full Contact Sport.
April 9, 2012 By 3 Comments
Those are some pretty special-looking eggs. I spent a good part of last week preparing for Easter with the girls (and Peej). We made paper Easter bunnies and plastered them to our front window. We braided traditional Armenian cheoreg biscuits to consume on Easter morning. Eggs were [carefully] dyed. We even unleashed the girls onto a wealthy neighborhood’s egg hunt. Everything was in place for a cinchy, relaxing, and nice Easter morning. Even though P.J. wanted to go to 8am {Read More}
