>During play group a few weeks ago, my 23-month-old, Punky, decided to stir things up a little. “Fifteen. Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve…,” she began loudly, taking blocks out of a bucket. The room grew quiet as moms turned to stare. Sensing her audience, Punky continued with gusto, counting all the way down to “…Three! Two! ONE! […]
April 7, 2006
>I apologize for not writing very much this week. Baby’s birthday party is Sunday and since I spent most of last week lying around honking into a handkerchief and feeling sorry for myself, that leaves this week to get the house ready and the presents and balloons and cake bought for an extravaganza of epic […]
April 6, 2006
>Day 1: I’m sick. My nose is non-functioning, my throat hurts and my head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton. More cotton than usual. No big deal. It’s a good excuse to lie on the big playroom pillow all day watching Gilmore Girls Season One on DVD and letting Baby do whatever the hell she […]
April 4, 2006
>A few summers ago, my 12-year-old stepdaughter (then 10) and her friend, Libby, were playing in the backyard when I heard a shrieking that sent me dashing for the back door. “What’s wrong?! What is it?” I shouted, looking around the yard. I was met with a scene that has burned itself forever into the […]
April 1, 2006
> It’s time again for the Perfect Post Awards! For those of you who missed the Perfect Post Awards last month, here’s the deal. MommaK at Petroville and I wanted to give a little recognition to bloggers out there who’ve written something extra special during the month of March. With that in mind, we launched […]
March 31, 2006
>March simply can’t come to a close without another installment of…. Lucinda’s Advice Column You’re a sick Googler. And you must pay. The sound pubic hair makes hitting the floor- Toledo, OH What the fuck. Next. Moms pubic hair- Mattoon, IL Hmm. You’ve got to be having major trouble finding a girlfriend… No pubes group- […]
March 29, 2006
>Did you ever wonder what happened to those hippie wannabes you knew from college? You know who I’m talking about- that granola coffee shop worker with the flowing hair and the long boho skirts. The soulful, guitar-playing pot smoker who lived downstairs and took you mud boggin’ one weekend. I’m pretty sure that all of […]
March 28, 2006
Are you kidding? Of COURSE that’s me! “Before we start skiing, I’ve reserved a ski instructor for the three of you,” Hubs said in his father-knows-best tone. He had just come back from the ticket office with the news. The girls immediately began complaining. “Aww, Dad!” “We just got here.” “No,” I agreed, picturing the […]
March 28, 2006