For whatever reason, my favorite movie as a kid was Mommie Dearest. Admittedly, an odd choice for a child. I could tell you that it was because there was something inspiring about Christina's plight for justice and subsequent karmic satisfaction when she publicly (posthumously) exposed her mother for the monster she was. Or maybe even that it encouraged me to appreciate my ...
Three Little Girls Who Can’t. Even.
I've been taking a bit of a blog hiatus, because in a moment of delusional grandeur last spring I decided that my kids and I are going to have a totally groovy 70s style summer. No bells and whistles, no frills, no fancy camps. Just some good old fashioned playing in the sprinklers, drinking water straight out of the garden hose, throwing a pack of cigarettes on the deck and ...
A Better Place
It was weird being alone in the car with my 4-year-old. She's my middle child and we never have one-on-one time. "I really need to make more time for just the two of us," I thought as we drove down the highway. But that would have to be a different day. Today we were going to our first appointment at the children's cancer center. A few weeks prior I had noticed excessive ...
The Seven Stages of Dinner
The majority of my day centers around feeding something. If I am not actively preparing food I am thinking about what I'm going to make, shopping for what I'm going to make, or cleaning up what I just made. And yet despite three meals and one healthy (relatively) snack every single day, my children are non-stop ravenous, insatiable beasts. Until dinner, that is. That's ...
We Got Crabs.
From the moment my kids could speak they have begged me for a dog. Which is unfortunate for them because: A. My husband is deathly allergic to fur, and B. I am at maximum capacity for cleaning poop. A shell bearing sea creature was not exactly on my list of 'things I need in my life right now', but I do appreciate the value of learned responsibility via keeping things ...