Happy Labor Day! Communing. Why are you reading this today? Go! Go outside! Good God, man, it’s almost winter! (However, if you’re not reading this until Tuesday or later, I’m quite hurt- wounded, really- at your disloyalty.) There, now. I think I’ve sufficiently alienated everyone. Onward! The reason that I’m able to post today is because of my daughter’s proclivity towards 4am Beanie Bear tea parties in her crib. Thusly, she faceplanted at an ungodly early 10am for her nap, {Read More}
What A Guy.
August 29, 2011 By 1 Comment
Home sweet miniature home. And Now… A Love Letter To My Husband To Thank Him For His Endless Works O’ Awesome (A.K.A A Very Public Plea To NOT Leave His Increasingly Insane Wife)- Dear P.J.: You are terrific. Really. No, wait, lift your head back up out of your coffee mug/desk/computer screen- this’ll be worth it. You are so incredibly tolerant and so incredibly choosy with your words. Specifically the cuss ones when you think Nora/our unborn child will hear {Read More}
This Is How I Nest.
August 25, 2011 By 2 Comments
Mama, please stop being a Nut. Just shy of six weeks until this kiddo makes his or her Monkey debut. Sounds like a ton of time, right? Sure, if you’re a sane being. Which- in all fairness- I must not have been to get pregnant so soon after my daughter’s first birthday knowing full well that the end of this pregnancy would align with multiple heat waves. But that’s nothin’ compared to my recent jaunts from reality. Last night, right before {Read More}
She Really Wanted To Go On Pharaoh’s Fury, Though.
July 11, 2011 By 2 Comments
One of my best friends in the whole wide world (and her equally fabulous husband) spent the weekend with us. Vicky was one of my college modmates- like roommates but awesomer- and my how things have changed since Hampshire. For starters, I have a kid now. And this was their first time meeting her. Our activities have been- ah- slightly different since Nora came along, and this was Vicky and Dave’s chance to see what a “typical” weekend with Miss N.J. {Read More}
He also wears dark socks with shorts.
July 5, 2011 By 1 Comment
I love a parade. I love The Fourth. Specifically, I love any holiday where you hafta take a day off (in a good chunk o’ industries). More specifically- when P.J. has to take day off. We didn’t travel. There were no houseguests. (And don’t get me wrong, I’ve blissed out on having some favorite friends and family here…and will continue to…until August…but our good sheets are gonna be threadbare by September. And for those who have yet to see my home? This {Read More}
The One In Which P.J. Almost Offs Himself.
June 27, 2011 By 4 Comments
Friends, I was almost widowed this weekend. And it would’ve been painful. Painfully embarrassing, that is. For me. In less stressful times. On Friday night, after Peej’s show opened, he returned home and complained of having lower region pain. At first he thought he was dying of a hernia or something else that I didn’t take entirely seriously (because a- he is either completely fine OR on death’s doormat with no middle ground ever and b- he later told me that {Read More}
Strangely, True Blood did not play into the dream AT ALL.
June 13, 2011 By 3 Comments
There was a fountain here a sec ago. Emma and Dan have left. Boo. However, we no longer have 8,000 glasses, cups, and mugs in/on the sink/ dishwasher/ countertops. (Flynn girls pride themselves on hydration.) No one is making me laugh like a loon by announcing “Hey, brotherrr” (a la Arrested Development) every time someone enters the room. But then again, no is giving me palpitations by making me wonder what train stop they’re taking home/if the alarm is properly {Read More}
Get in the house.
May 23, 2011 By 2 Comments
Little kids. The traditional third anniversary gift is leather. The modern one is crystal, or- if one is feeling frugal- glass. I am giving P.J. none of these tomorrow. Instead, today I’ll regale everyone with one of the best Peej stories in the history of…maybe ever. (Although, when this tale occurred I was carrying an awesome leather bag and P.J. almost got his face smashed through glass. So to anyone who still feels that this blog has no tie-ins, well, I just {Read More}
