Four years ago today, I started this blog. It's been a fun 'side project' - you know, something to occasionally fill some spare minutes between working, momming, being a wife, playing chauffeur, running a household, etc., etc. Haha. (OK, OK. I actually just do it to avoid cleaning.)
In all seriousness, if you're reading this - thank you. It means a lot that you take
On this day of solemn remembrance and reflection, we had a small awakening in our family.
I am still processing it.
As part of our stellar parenting, we don't really have rules like 'no TV before school'. Gavin's an early riser (think 6 a.m., like clockwork!), and trying to keep him electronics free while we get through the morning routine (which more often than not
Dear Gavin -
Tonight, I kissed your forehead as you settled in to sleep on back-to-school eve. You grinned and wrapped your arms around my neck and held on tight. Just as you always have. And, just as you always will, I imagine, until you realize that hugging your mom every night before bed isn't "cool". (Whoever defined cool, any way?)
Each year, those arms
Besides great company, one of the greatest things about having out-of-towners is perhaps the 'glasses' you put on as you walk around your house. You notice every speck of dirt, clutter pile, paper stack, crumb, misplaced toy, etc. And you work hard to make your home shine - so your visitors feel comfortable and can rest easy. And - perhaps most importantly - so you
Phew. The past few weeks have been quite a whirlwind - mostly emotional, sometimes physical - but finally, FINALLY!, I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
But today, in a rare moment of quiet reflection (at least recently!), I realized that light at the end of the tunnel wouldn't be in sight if not for the gentle breeze of kindness
Lately, I have been reading a lot of blogs / posts / articles / conjecture about the status of 'neighborhoods' and basically, what boils down to the lack of kids playing outside willy-nilly in said neighborhoods all summer long, from dawn until dusk. (Ok, I am exaggerating a bit, but you get the point.)
I'm assuming this is due to the recent start of summer break,
I am already mortifying my kids. It only gets better from here, right?
Those little gems right up at the top there.
And, no, they are not embarrassing because they don't rub in well and leave a pale white pallor on the kids' skin once applied. (We love both of these products - they work really well. Trust me - this
Ah, lip gloss and laundry. A pair that was never meant to be. Two items, that when joined together equalled me having my first Den Flannery "Son of a B! Who left their Chapstick in their pocket and threw it in dryer?" moment. (But replace that "B" with the full word and potentially pepper the sentence with some other choice words. And then picture me
This post is eventually about my dad's take on Facebook, but first, I feel compelled to whinge a bit about my lack of blogging. (Enjoy. haha!)
The Lack of Blogging Whinging
How is it May? Seriously. And how have I not written a blog in two months? Ugh.
Thanks to an extraordinarily busy year at work so far, I've been absent on the personal creative front.
This past weekend, I had the good fortune of traveling home to Philadelphia to surprise my best gal pal at her surprise 40th birthday party.
I've never really done a weekend "away from it all" since having kids - perhaps shockingly, perhaps not so much. I travel fairly frequently for work, so purposefully leaving the fam on the weekends never really seemed like the thing