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Somewhere in between knitting a scarf for Theo’s Halloween costume and sending 40,000 emails, I find myself in a quite house, with one child napping and the other’s eyelids drooping as he watches his second episode of Cailliou. I just had the realization that I love days like this. Days that make books like ‘The…

I know posts have been a bit sparse around here. I wish I could say that I am a perfectionist full of boundless energy or that I am supremely busy with a million radical projects (okay I am involved in Camp Throwback with is pretty major), but the truth is that it is Halloween. And…

To be honest, I hated camp as a kid. As a chronic bed wetter and sufferer of separation anxiety from my parents, the idea of being away from them for an extended period of time really put my stomach in knots. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been to sleep away camp, I’m just not sure…

This weekend started with a ppppffftttttt as the flu entered our house and swooped in with its fever, gunky nose and sick bellies. 50% of our house was left unharmed (hint: the two oldest boys) and the other 50% (me and Elliot) were bedridden and homebound as we moped and moved from couch to couch moaning…

It’s no surprise that I spend more than enough time on the ole’ Bravo bandwagon watching way too many Real Housewives episodes and consuming more pretzels than a human body ever should. But hey, everybody has a thing right? I used to be so productive, crafty even. Now the most I get done is laundry,…

Today was the slowest day ever. After preschool we slipped back into our pjs and snuggled the afternoon away.  It was  pure perfection.  After all didn’t that slow turtle end up winning at the end? That story is totally starting to make sense now. That fall crisp was made for snuggles.

You walk into a Halloween store and find your hairstyle doppelgänger.  On a dude.  Happy Hump day. 

I feel like I’m always sitting here talking about how life has changed since becoming a mommy. If this bores you, then I apologize in advance. Wait, never mind no I don’t. See that? That right there is exactly what I am talking about. Back in the day I didn’t give an eff about what…

  So here’s the sitch.   Having two boys, one three year old who is recently potty trained and overly confident in his aiming ability , and another who is using cloth diapers, I can honestly say that our house smells like urine. Especially the bathrooms.   For a long time I was OCD about…

  While big brother is at school, it’s little brother’s turn to feel like an only child, even if it’s only for a few hours.   Little brothers sometimes have it rough. They get pulled along into their big brother’s schemes, and they want so badly to be included that they grow up way to…