Number 7 loves her blankie. Four four and a half years, it has gone with her wherever she goes. To country fairs. To a UCONN swim meet. In the crib while chillin’ with her big brother. Hanging with these two or with Mom. Watching the Memorial Day Parade. Goofing around with Number 4. In bed, of course. …Read More
Yesterday was particularly crazy. After a shitty night’s sleep and the inability to get myself up and moving before the kids woke up, I started off my day feeling behind the ball. Frazzled. Disorganized. By 7:30 a.m. I was already short on patience. I had the typical chaotic rush to get everyone in the car …Read More
Ask and it will be given to you; seek, and you shall find. Unless it’s a blankie. Then you’re screwed.
We spend a ridiculous and depressing amount of time looking for blankies in this house. Numbers 5, 6, and 7 still rely on those suckers to sleep. So usually, about a half hour before bedtime or nap time, I will begin the search. Sometimes I’m lucky, and I locate all three of them immediately. But …Read More