Disclaimer: This is a sponsored post on behalf of Little Beans Cafe. I was provided a complimentary semi-private party for my secondborn’s birthday, but am not being otherwise compensated. That said, I’d probably still gush about them this effusively because a) I’m a proud brand ambassador and b) I’m downright in love with this place. Carry on. *** If you’ve been a reader of the blog for a while- or if you happen to be one of the people I’ve {Read More}
Jasper Unlocks Achievement: 9 Months.
Jasper. You are now 9 months, which- as everyone knows- is exactly halfway to 31 years old. Soon you will vote, drive, and shave. Which would be the total reverse if you were an anxious girl of the Armenian persuasion like your mother. (Ba-dum-ching.) But while I have you living in my home for a teensy bit longer, I’d like to lay out the things about you which never fail to make me smile. (And, let’s be honest, I owe {Read More}
Eight Months Old. Lemme Tell You About My Childhood.
Dear Jasper, Tomorrow you’ll be a whopping eight months old. How the honkin’ what? Yesterday, we returned from our five week East Coast jaunt (of which you were a natural, no surprise there). We spent time in the Berkshires where you learned how to do clutch things like navigate a rotary (from the backseat) and consume copious amounts of (secondhand) ice cream. For the last week of the trip, we fetched your Dad from the airport and headed to Cape {Read More}
Seven Months Old. My Apologies, Kid.
Jasper, Last Saturday you turned seven months old. And in the days following that time, I’ve wracked my brains trying to think of what could best describe this phase of your simply marvelous existence. And I’ve found it. You, my pal, are the thirdest child ever to be born third. The scene: Nora’s playing dress up and instructing Susannah how to grab something from that high-up shelf (convenient, since she’s already hanging upside down in the vicinity of it). And {Read More}
Half A Year Of Awesome.
Jasper, my impossibly grownup little baby- Happy six months, slugger. How have you been here for half a year already? I can’t believe how quickly you’ve morphed from a snoozing and cooing sweet potato into a grasping and scooting Boy Child. (Even allowing for the temporary breaks from sanity which occurred during that disturbing winter, these months went kinda fast.) My little Roo- my last small papoose- I am so aware of the fact that every new milestone with you {Read More}
Birthday Wisdom.
On the eve of my birthday, I’ve been reflecting on a few things: Firstly, that I’ve yet to feel sheepish about announcing either my birthday or my age. Apparently 34 is not yet the age where I feel the need to fib about how old I am. (But I can see it coming. Whoo boy, it’s right there on the ol’ horizon, isn’t it?) I am good at many, many things. Cutting my own bangs is not one of them. {Read More}
Healthier Party Food, Especially for the Kiddos
Disclosure: This is a sponsored post on behalf of Marks & Spencer. Thanks for these great party-planning ideas! *** Finding the perfect balance between giving our kids what they want, and keeping things healthy Doesn’t it feel like parents don’t know when to quit sometimes? The simplest of birthday parties are becoming more extravagant, with studies by GigMasters.com showing that 14% of parents will spend over $1,000 on their kids’ parties. 25% of parents believe that “the more extravagant, the better” is the way to {Read More}
Life Lessons From Keely’s Dad.
Tomorrow is my Dad’s 63rd birthday. (I can say that, right Dad? I mean, isn’t it just the ladies who never reveal their ages? Because dudes get to be all Sean Connery and that sort of unfairness. Wow. I’m digressing early in this post.) ANYHOW. In honor of Dave Flynn’s 63RD BIRTHDAY, I’d like to take a sec and share a bit more about what he’s taught me (it’s abridged, ’cause it could seriously go on for days): Ice cream is {Read More}