It’s only a problem if you acknowledge it.

Happy Flag Day! I am totally kidding, Annie. Happy 30th! (This especially falls under the category of “not cool” since our dear Annie is, in fact, a Brit.) Things have changed a little bit since our combined 23rd birthday parties- the fashion, minimum wage, the “interwebs”- but she doesn’t look a day over 25. (Especially not the day after 25. That was a rough one.) Let’s do the weekend out of order, shall we? First up: the season premiere of True {Read More}

I was Nana’s favorite.

It’s funny. One can travel to far flung locales, dye one’s hair questionable shades of red, and pretend to speak Italian…but when it comes right down to it, what makes you [me] happiest is when five lilac trees are planted in the backyard. The same kind that used to be in your [my] childhood home’s backyard. After living in a major metropolitan area for going on eight years (!), it’s sweet to think that I can let Nora experience the same {Read More}

Why yes, that was a picture at the Bean.

I just love holidays. This is no secret. So, uh, a weekend devoted to mothers? (Yes, it’s a weekend.) I accept. In fact, this 30 day span includes Mother’s Day, our anniversary, Memorial Day and my birthday. Cinco de Mayo just missed the cut. With the exception of Cinco de Mayo and Memorial Day, someone around here is feelin’ the holiday pressure. And it sure isn’t me. (And Nora never lets stuff like that get to her.) But, so far, he’s stepped {Read More}

Sometimes we read books, too.

Let me start out by saying that, apparently, I cannot top last Thursday’s post. I don’t think I should even try- and I hope that’s cool. It was certainly not my intention to make people weep (there’s enough intentional weeping in the world), and the fact that it resonated with a) people with kids, b) people without kids, and c) maybe even kids, themselves, leads me to believe that I have reached the apex of my blogosomeness and should probably just {Read More}

Too nice of a day…

…to play each other for a fool. But I did, anyhow. I spent a goodly bit of the morning trying to convince my immediate family that I was expecting our second kid before the end of the year. Oh, the hilarity of mass emails. Here’s how it went down: -Kate, the savviest and quickest on the email draw of all of ’em, thought it was hilarious.-Kate’s second email reminded me of the time I put ice cubes in shoes and forgot {Read More}

Gonna need a bigger Mama Bear mug.

Okay, the weather was amazing on Thursday. And Friday. Like, 70 degree amazing. Open the windows, happily spring-clean (when it’s so gorgeous out, it doesn’t feel like cleaning. More like moving stuff around so the breeze can hit everything) and force my child out of doors- that kind of amazing weather. I took Nora to our neighborhood park and met a woman who had perhaps just been handed her baby. She was incredibly impressed with everything I was doing for {Read More}

In like a lion, out like a…nope, still a lion.

Can we talk about Avatar? That’s right, I’m the gal who posts about a movie the day AFTER the Oscars. But, as I’m not invested in the Oscars at all– weird for a writer n’ actor, no?- I feel no shame. Heck, I rarely even see movies in the theater. As stated before, we [P.J.] are [is] a strictly Netflix home.  That said- Avatar. We saw it in 3-D over at Webster Place. Peej really wanted to see it in {Read More}

Oh boy OH BOY!

After the psychotic terror of last week’s escapade, I think I was due for some good luck. And what’s luckier than someone else cleaning your house? NOTHING! I’ve always [since 1988] been excellent about keeping a room/ bed/ secret-detective-office, etc/ decently clean. I still do. But there’s just something about that one area of the bathroom/kitchen/couch that always needs cleaning. And you always clean it. But every now and then (say, every five months or so) that you have an {Read More}