It was a nutty, crazy, zooey, and in all other ways chaotic weekend in our house, mainly due to the fact that my Saturday was swallowed up by rehearsals and performances. (And, I must admit, a late-night outing with some
Tag: milestones
Sometimes, when parenting small children, you find yourself doing triage on situations in the most ridiculous ways. (Also, saying the most ridiculous things: “Please don’t stick your fork in your underwear.”) Last night was such a moment in our house.
In case you’ve been living under a rock — or you don’t live the life of an erstwhile food blogger — let me start by announcing, a bit underwhelmingly late, that the government has just passed a new, important, and
It’s a festive day. I woke up to a house that still smelled like turkey from yesterday’s roasting of the Preschool feast, and better yet, I could bask in the assurance that said turkey was actually DONE, turned out well,
I made it with my own two little hands. It’s in the oven right now, roasting, so I sadly cannot tell you — yet — whether or not it turned out well. But it’s a Thanksgiving turkey, and it’s in
Fooled you. You figured I was going to talk about food additives, right? Scary substances, processed ingredients, stuff that goes into our food supply and gets fed to our kids and shouldn’t, really, because we don’t actually know what it
Any musical theatre geeks among you are now singing to yourselves; I’m particularly gratified by the mental image of those select few who are actually going “bum bada dum bum bum, Tradition!” along with me. But I digress. As much
Not to get all churchy on people, or anything — this is a completely nonreligious, ecumenical blog — but yesterday the visiting pastor at our church had some words of wisdom during the Children’s Moment that I think are worth
The other day I asked, in the post “What’s an Uber-Mom to Do?”, what the correct response to the school Halloween party (sorry, “Fall Celebration”) might be given the fact that the menu was not designed well for my particular
It’s almost Halloween, and as much as I may not fully throw myself into participating (for example, ours is one of the only houses on the street lacking inflatable ghosts, scarecrows staked into the yard, and other various eye-catching decorative