I am! I am! I grew up in a household where football was sacred; spending my early childhood in Buffalo, NY — the home of some of the most devoted football fans in the world, thank you very much —
Tag: meal planning
Oh, time…that precious commodity that so few parents actually recognize anymore as a part of daily life. For the past two days, I’ve been involved in a relatively lengthy comment thread on Facebook, wherein my best friend, C., kicked things
It’s been the oddest winter in so many ways, with the insane snow and ice here in RI among the least of my concerns. It seems like everywhere I turn these days, there’s bad news or strange news or just
For those who are hoping for my now-weekly “Worst Cooks” post and Kids’ Meal Makeover, I apologize — I’ll be writing that post tomorrow, because although today is Monday, it’s also the last day of the month, which means I’ve
Yesterday was a snow day here in Rhode Island (surprise, surprise! Hello, Winter of 2011), and I was home with the boys all day. After digging us out from another 8-10 inches of snow, J. had to go in to
My sister, D., and I have a long-standing joke between us, knocked off from both “The Simpsons” and popular culture at large; whenever something happens in life that baffles us completely, we tend to say “Who put who in the
Yes, you read that right. Running. With Noodles. This is either a fun (for L.) new dinner game, or the title of a Kevin Costner film rejected by the studios. You be the judge. Running With Noodles falls under the
I have a confession to make: I think I’m starting to enjoy beginning my week with “Worst Cooks in America” and a Kid’s Meal Makeover. The show itself is getting a little more palatable (bah-dum bum…no pun intended there, folks).
In a recent post, I asked about ideas that would help me in my quest to be more accountable for the family’s food decisions in 2011. Among the excellent suggestions I received was an intriguing thought from reader Deidre about
A few minutes ago, I got up from my desk and walked down the hallway, noticing that as I walked, a few stray Cheerios dropped out of my clothing and hit the floor. This is the kind of moment most