Before I was a mom I was most proud of the work I did as a teacher. Now that I have kids, I am most proud of them. Of how funny they are. And how cute they are. And how talented they are. And how smart they are. I think it’s probably similar for many
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consider yourself warned…
In one of my first posts I talked about the sorry state of my mom’s underwear. She wasn’t exactly psyched. I explained to her that as far as I’m concerned, everyone is fair game. At some point, each of my family members is going to end up in here… My husband has complained about the
CSI Brookfield
11:00 a.m. : finished vacuuming entire house 11:05 a.m. : bottle of powder emptied onto the floor of entire house When you get to a rug and beat the crap out of it, it makes some really cool dust… that’s perfect for a little powder dancing. Well, they won’t need to dust for prints if
You’d be surprised by what you can find at Costco
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
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