I rarely take the kids shopping with me. There are just too many of them, so I go when I have a babysitter, or I go at night. Yesterday I made an exception and ran into Costco really quickly with Number 3 and Number 4 after their swim practice. Number 4, especially, is easily excitable
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I’m no Dara Torres
Yesterday morning was the first morning I missed writing a post since I started this blog on April 22nd. I went to my cousin’s wedding near Boston on Saturday and stayed overnight. In a hotel. With no kids. I did write a post late in the afternoon yesterday in case you missed it (http://nyam.wpengine.com/?p=1420). It
Watching 45-year-old white chicks dance never gets old
Weekend Statistics Number of weddings I attended: 1 Number of consecutive hours I was away from my children: 29 Number of years it’s been since my husband and I spent a night alone: 3.5 Number of safety pins I needed in order to attach my dress to my bra to prevent my boobs from flying
Proud Mommy, part 2
The car ride to the first swim meet was a little rocky. Number 3 was so nervous he had no color in his face. He kept complaining that his stomach hurt “soooo badly.” Number 4, on the other hand, claimed she wasn’t nervous at all. I had told both of them that since this was their
You’re not gonna lose a finger with those…
On Sunday we had nothing planned for the 4th of July. We were hanging out with Number 4’s friend M, and her parents J (Mom) and R (Dad). I asked them what they were doing on the 4th and suggested they come over for a little barbeque. At that point, R had a few beers in
Moms’ Night Out, or, If you see this guy, give him the finger for me :)
I hardly ever go out. I just don’t really have it in me anymore. But last night I needed to get out of here, so I went out to dinner with my annoyingly cute friend A. (If you don’t know who I’m talking about, read the July 1 post). I have been trying to go to