When I was a junior in high school, I went to an epic New Year’s Eve party. It was reminiscent of a John Hughes movie. And it was awesome. I spent the next fifteen years or so expecting and creating big things on New Year’s Eve. Then I had kids. This year we actually got
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The Mom Conference. I’m speaking at it. And you should totally go to it.
You know how if you are a teacher or a real estate agent or a nurse or, well, in any profession and you have to do a certain number of professional development hours or take a certain number of credits to stay certified? Well, my Canadian friend Jo had an idea when she was in the middle
2016. Back to the Basics.
We got rid of cable about a year ago. We haven’t been completely program-free though. We’ve had Netflix since then. It has definitely saved us money. And while I wasn’t sure I’d be able to live without Bravo and the Food Network, I don’t miss that stuff at all now. I did really, really, REALLY
One day her name will be in lights. Just not this year.
One of the hardest parts of being a parent, one of the parts that no one really prepares you for, is how hard it is it see your child disappointed. To see your child sobbing, uncontrollably, feeling helpless, feeling like her reaction and her feelings are completely justified but not being able to do anything
Portrait of a Christmas Day. In words.
Last week I went to Number 5’s first grade winter concert. I didn’t take any pictures, and I didn’t record any songs. I pretty much never record any of that stuff. Because if I do, I never watch it again. Ever. (I did record some of Number 7’s preschool concert last week, but that was
Happy Jolabokaflod!
A week or so ago I came across this picture on Facebook: I really liked it. So I decided we were gonna do it. Today, the last activity on our advent calendar was to “open one gift early.” I got everyone a book and some pajamas. Before we got to opening the presents, I told