Meanie Pants McGee Neglects [One Of] Her Children.

Naw, it’s cool. Just a bladder infection. And now, let’s check in with everyone’s favorite Terrible Midwestern Mama- Me. This week’s descent into therapy is brought to you by the letter T, for Toilet Bowl. Nora had been happily using the potty, not using the potty, and talking about things she wanted to do whilst on the potty (read various books, call loved ones on the phone, not take her nap, etc.) for the better part of the hour leading up {Read More}

Dragging Kids About Town.

The past few days have been great. Unless you ask my children. Then, the time has been rotten. For starters, we rocked Nora’s world with the trifecta of terror: Santa, first haircut, and meeting new people. We thought she’d dig seeing Santa, seeing as how she’s been obsessed with all of the classic Christmas movies and telling everyone how KIND she’s been. (Saturday morning she excitedly told me that Santa would even give her a treat because she’s been so KIND.) {Read More}

I Still Want A Hula Hoop.

Last year’s questionable meet-up We’ve really been pushing The Christmas. Mostly for myself. It’s kind of hard to be in the spirit of things when really (reallyreallyreally) tired, but the [advent] calendar waits for no man! So we’ve been rocking the Sirius XM holiday station. Expected side effect: I remember how much I adore renditions of ‘O Holy Night’ (except for Jewel’s- blechity blech) and any incarnation of Canon in D. Especially if a children’s choir is singing in the background. {Read More}

Splish Splash.

Nora and Susannah are two very different ladies. Nora was the teensiest little Bitsy of a baby, with her dark hair eventually turning a really cool honey color. Her eyes (and temper) are just like mine- dark. Other than that, she’s a mini doppelganger of her Dad; wide mouth, curly toes, and the opinion that the deep knee bounce is the world’s best dance move. Zuzu entered the world a full pound and inch larger than her “big” sister. Last night- at {Read More}

Let’s Leave The Stick Out Of It.

She IS part Celt. Today we’re gonna play the game called Highlights, Lowlights, and Jheri Curl. (Okay, there’s no Jheri Curl. Except for Nora’s. But she can’t help it on account of the humidity.) Highlight: My blood sugar and hemoglobin are both good for this week. Which is awesome, since I wasn’t aware of anything remotely connected to my hemoglobin, and would have no idea what “bad” hemoglobin is. Lowlight (Low point? Lowlight sounds fancier): The positively ancient and nearsighted {Read More}

Nora’s the coolest and her parents are the laziest.

You’ll have to excuse the tardiness of the blog today (cue Van Halen: I don’t feel tardy…) due to my inability to hold facts, dates, or appointments in my brain or on my phone. You know when a good time to remember when you’re working the next morning is not? The middle of the night. A good, cold shock of adrenaline really starts the week off correctly. Hence the stellar packing of All Things Nora and the less than ideal {Read More}

Ranty McRanterson

Okay. Listen. (And, incidentally, have you ever noticed how people only say “listen” when they’re sick and tired of doing so, themselves?) I’m tired of listening. The studies and articles about delusional parents and the improbability of parental happiness need to dwindle out, please. It’s getting really old. This study from Time.com, in a nutshell, set out to prove that the more miserable parents were with their daily stress/boredom/noise levels, the happier they pretended to be. Even this one from {Read More}

I am so lazy.

This floor is dirtying my nightgown. “Fast, cheap, and good… pick two. If it’s fast and cheap it won’t be good. If it’s cheap and good it won’t be fast. If it’s fast and good it won’t be cheap. Fast, cheap, and good… pick two words to live by.” – Tom Waits That’s one of my husband’s favorite quotes. And it happens to be attributed to one of my favorite songwriters. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, in terms of {Read More}