If you check the “Drinking the Kool-Aid” page on this blog with any regularity, you know that I use it as a place to simply post interesting things to read with regard to kids and food. Today I’ve posted something
Two things happened yesterday in my kitchen that are worth blogging about today, I think. One is the easier/less complex of the two: after giving you all a glimpse into the weekend schedule at the RRG household, in an attempt
Since I started this blog, the most common question I get from people is: “How in the world do you have time to get everything done?” I usually sort of feint and parry and demur a bit — I hardly
Toddlers, oy! That’s all I can think when I reflect on the events of last night’s dinner at our house. I keep shaking my head, both in disbelief and in fits of self-doubt, as I recall exactly how things unfolded
Whenever you spend time with good friends, I think, there’s an unwritten rule of the universe that dictates that you will think about those people continually for the following several days. I know that’s certainly been the case with me;
I just got finished reading a (relatively vapid, not-so-scientific, largely subjective, fluffy) piece about how I might, according to the article, be “happier than I think.” It proceeded to list a number of “carefully studied” factors that apparently contribute to
Yesterday’s post caught you all up on the dramatic goings-on in the RRG house these days — in short, we took L. to the pediatrician because we suspected some problems, and the brief rundown of the result is: 1) She
What’s the old adage? “You’re only as happy as your unhappiest child?” Any parent knows that to be true, so it’s hardly going to come as a revelation when I say that worrying about your kids — really, substantially worrying
It’s been a heck of a week. P. came down with a raging case of Coxsackie virus, and an ear infection to boot (talk about adding insult to injury!), prompting his doctor to advise us on Monday: “Don’t let him
Three things arrived this weekend at the RRG household: Football season, official Fall weather, and molars. P. is a terrible teether — a late teether, a fussy teether, and a teether who has probably been voted by his daycare classmates