Hi! It’s been a little while…like a week. And I’m too far behind on my blog reading to even attempt a links post. It’s the holidays, you know. The minute Thanksgiving arrives, all of my good intentions fly out the window and I run around in a metaphorical circle getting very little accomplished. Though the…
Tag Archive: When I Lose Control of My Children
Hostess with the Mostess
On Saturday, I had some neighborhood friends over for a chocolate party. My pre-blogging friend Gwen (who actually does have a blog) started a little Dove Discoveries side-business. So of course I offered to host a party for her. I mean - who DOESN’T want to have a chocolate party? I got rid of Chris and the boys,…
What Do You Mean You Don’t Want the Sequined Leopard Ballerina Flats?!
Thank you to Crocs for sponsoring this blog post. Please click here to learn more about Crocs’ new Back to School line. I was selected for this sponsorship by the Clever Girls Collective. All opinions expressed here are my own. While I’ve enjoyed the summer months of trips to the community pool and daily ice…
What No One Tells You When You Have a Baby
*I SWEAR I’m going to post something about BlogHer later this week…but in the meantime I did write a little something for HealthNews… I think I flush the toilets in my house approximately 25 times a day. And I can count on one hand how many times I do it for myself. It seems like…
The Lock Up and The Opium Den
Last summer, I started to write a post that was titled “The Lock Up.” I never finished it due to Blogger eating the first five paragraphs and my subsequent need to step away from the computer before I did anything foolish. Like smash it with the heaviest item at hand… Then I never did get…
Data Entry Hell, the Twins Want Me to Look 80 Before I’m 40, AND LINKS!
I have mentioned a few times that I’m working on setting up an online store for my parents’ home furnishings shop, Style Key West. And I actually had the hubris to think that it would be all done by last Friday. I even ignored my blogs for a week to work on the project. And…
Sound Byte: WTF Eleanor?
Last week, the day before I left for AZ, I decided that I needed to perform an emergency pedicure. Since Eleanor is my constant sidekick, I set it up in the bathtub instead of my own little pedi tub (i.e. the old baby bathtub). As usual, the water was a tad more hot than I…
George is Driving Me Crazy AND He’s Now Addicted to Weed
I think I may have mentioned in the past that George can be a bad, bad, bad little boy. He ignores direct commands and often smiles in response to scolding. He gets into EVERYTHING and has recently targeted anything that Eleanor considers “special to her.” I can’t even tell you how many times I had…
A Couple of Firsts and Lessons Learned
We had a couple of “firsts” over the past few days. Both of which provided me with those “teaching moments” that parents are always going on about. Of course, the teaching moments were for me…but I think that still qualifies. Number one involves the universally anticipated and either loved/hated daylight savings time. Before having kids,…
The Young Master
It was very apparent soon after my son George was born that he was a character. An observation that continues to be communicated to us by friends and strangers alike. I’m not sure what it is though… I mean, he’s a normal little boy. He has all the same likes and dislikes typical to other…
Mother to three children (four if you count my husband), keeper of a moderately sane house, admirer of beautiful interiors and fashion that becomes more and more "young" for me, textile junkie and believer in the power of wishing really, really hard. I wage a daily battle against feet on furniture, "outside voices" inside, the ever widening chasm between now and "when I used to work," wrinkles, a lack of personal time, dust and the constant arrows that having a special needs child shoots directly into one's heart. So far dust and wrinkles are winning, but only because even the best of multitaskers have their limits.