It’s that week in the blogosphere (side note: I HATE the word blogosphere). You know what I’m talking about. Some of the food bloggers are writing about boycotts of certain candy companies; some are planning to boycott trick-or-treating altogether. Some
Today is sort of a fun day for no particularly good reason. I mean, I’m still at work; we still had the usual craziness of juggling all the morning stuff and getting everybody out the door on time; I’ve been
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
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
People who know me in real life know that I love the preschool/daycare program my boys currently attend. I mean, I LOVE it. I love the staff, I love the families, I love the cute little building (it’s in what
I’m a little choked up this morning, so forgive me — today is the first time that the “First Day of School” has meant anything in our little household. Although we walked through the doors of the same building that