A Little Life
I don’t know what it is, but I have the world’s worst luck when it comes to cars. While I consider myself a fantastic driver (all of you that have driven with me, shut up), and frankly the most competent and skilled parallel parker you will ever meet (it’s true, I could win medals), when it comes to… how do I say this delicately, damaging cars if you will, I suck. Let me take you through a little chronology of said luck:
1993. It all started when I got my driver’s license (Aced it to be clear) and was given the lovely gift of borrowing my grandfather’s 1980 Camaro. While ...Read More
On vacation, why not get him started early….
Two seconds later, we were told kids can’t be in the casino. Duh! Guess you got to know when to fold ’em… and know when to walk away!
(**Been on vaca! Will be back next week and updating more!**)
This is the reading material my 3.5-year old would like to keep on top of the facilities….
It’s official. I live with a boy.
I really don’t know when it happened. If I could just remember the day it all changed, why it all changed, and how it all changed, I think I’d unlock the key to parenting. When did my child start to need discipline? I mean, DIS.CI.PLINE. Like “do that again and you’re grounded for life” discipline. He’s only 3. Well, almost 4. And yet it seems like it was just yesterday that I was monitoring milestones and neurotically researching which solids were the best to introduce first. Bananas… peas… Berries, OY. The berries. Who cares that the AAP said you can introduce them as early as 6months. I just spent $300 ...Read More
There’s no denying it: I am a worry wort. I have been my entire life. From big to little reasons, I am queen of letting my fears spiral into a rabbit hole. However, HOWEVER— recurring equally as often as my shpilkes is my strong as shit, tough as nails, warrior-like spirit. The two sides of me- the scared vs. the brave live side by side, hand in hand and somehow manage to live happily ever after together. Here’s an example….
Last weekend, while away for a girls weekend to celebrate my BFF’s bday, I had a massive headache (3 vodka’s in 95 degree weather will do that). Not loaded with my ...Read More
As best as I can, I will try to not make this another blog post about poop. I will say, however, I’m starting to think that Jonah’s constant potty talk isn’t just impart to his age. But rather, much like Degas’ fascination with ballet dancers, there is an underlying theme to my young artist’s budding imagination and visions. Perhaps his bowel movements, or lack thereof, are on his mind, as much as they’re on mine….
Take these series of drawings if you will….
When asked what he was drawing, he said matter of factly, “They are squiggly circles.”
And then I saw this picture, drawn at school and dictated to one of the ...Read More
Recently, I read an article written by a guy who recounts all the glorious ways in which motherhood “improved” his wife. Aside from the fact that she kind of sounded like a total bee (before babies), he talks about how motherhood has not only softened her but has also domesticated her. She now bakes, crafts, and is totally organized.
Um. I have had the complete opposite experience. As an ACTUAL former type-a, anal retentive, utterly organized, ridiculously crafty and cute person, I’ve turned into a VIRTUALLY type-a, anal retentive, utterly organized, crafty and cute person. Meaning: It’s all in MY HEAD now. Those traits are there. Ready to emerge ...Read More

