I didn’t used to be such a pussy about the weather. Some of you may remember the post about the swimming lamas…yeah–that was me. Braving the elements, forging stoically through Mother Nature’s mayhem undeterred by little things like downed trees, swimming picnic tables and the possibility of ending up on the evening news as the… Read More

Hmmm… *I did not become a size 12 overnight–in case anyone thought that was a possibility. For the record, I was, once, when my hipbones stuck through my jeans and I got to know my food coming and going. If I was a size 8 at this stage in my life, I’d be able to… Read More

Ladybug has figured out how to climb out of the crib. For the uninitiated into BedTime Wars, this is a BAD THING. She is in her little crib right now, screaming “Out there…get out there…” Except her face is red and her voice is hoarse from shrieking and it’s not nearly as cute as it… Read More