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
Tag: Household organization
Our kids’ preschool program has a lovely secure members’ page online, where they not only have access to a webcam so you can check on your kids during the day (a very cool bonus, though I don’t often use it),
Sometimes, in the grand scheme of this crazy culinary life of mine, there are days that can only be well-passed if spent in the pursuit of bread. Any bread will do: quick breads, yeast breads, sweet or savory, but bread,
Yesterday, as I wrote grimly about the lapse in judgment that led J. and me to a processed food coma, and the better head that prevailed when I redeemed myself by creating the soft pretzels that are tucked safely into
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
No amount of coffee and yummy cocoa granola bars can help me this morning. Last night was wretched. Walked in the door, kids in tow, at 5:38 p.m….walked back out the door, sans kids, sans hubby, half of my dinner
It’s the last day of August (already? How’d that happen?), so it’s time, I guess, to unveil the plan for September. But before I do, I’ve got to make note of one or two things and make good on a
One of the things that I love about having a meal plan is that when life gets all wonky and hectic, like it has this week, the plan is still there, patiently waiting for me to follow its magical little
I promised yesterday that I’d get back to practical things here on the blog, and that means returning to our mini-series on Old Standards and New Favorites. It’s good to get back to sanity this morning, because quite frankly, I’m
With the family in town over the weekend, food became an adventure in more ways than one. My sister, D., is heading off to live in Athens for a year (yes, that’s Athens, Greece), a topic of discussion which is