This time of year, my living room's extra messy. There are bats standing up against the wall and gloves on the toy shelf. If you walk without looking on the floor, you might trip over a ball or a cleat. But it doesn't drive me nuts like when Legos or Polly Pockets are strewn everywhere. I actually kind of... Continue Reading →
It's been a long, cold winter, and I'm a lot softer and paler than I was when this season started. So the other day when I looked in the bathroom mirror, I couldn't help but groan at what I saw. "Ugh...I look horrible!" I said out loud. And a little voice that came from a place as high as my waist... Continue Reading →
When my first son was little, I played with toys. I'd sit on the floor next to him and make the Little People talk to each other. They went to the doctor. They went to school. They ate family dinners together. I was always better at doing concrete things like building with blocks or playing... Continue Reading →
As mean of a mom that I can be, I have to admit that I’m kind of a pushover. So last weekend at Walmart, when my son Alex picked up a kickball and asked if he could get it, I had “Yes” on the tip of my tongue. He would use it to stay active... Continue Reading →
I'll never forget the day a group of us moms stood outside of preschool, trying to decide where we'd go to play that day. I had hosted before, but only after I had had a week's notice, thus I had wiped every crumb off of the table, put every dish in the dishwasher, wiped toothpaste off... Continue Reading →
I just sat down here at my desk to get some work done, but as a little girl is chasing the puppy around the living room trying to get her doll back, and a little boy is yelling at me to adjust the shower for him because the water is too hot, and reminding me... Continue Reading →
Who Stole My Bon Bons? 