Tweet Talk about entitlement. I could not make dinner last night for my kids! You know microwave popcorn. I am trying to teach my six year old how to eat like a poor college student now to save her the shock of it in 12 years. Also, because I hadn’t grocery shopped all week….
Tweet The more time I spend with kids, the more my palate suffers. Fine French food has nothing on frozen chicken nuggets. Why go out for Thai food when you can make Kraft dinner? Bake fresh bread when Wonder is still in business? Somebody save me. Don’t worry – six more days until wine o’clock…
Tweet I have a problem. A good problem. I have a child who wants to bake everyday. And while the thought of baking everyday is fabulous and everything – there are a few issues. 1. It takes having ingredients on hand everyday. I do not. 2. It takes having energy for the fun, the mess,…
Tweet There was a discussion on twitter the other night. A mom was frustrated with her daughter’s complaints at the dinner table. I immediately piped up, because I know everything about parenting, and added my two cents. “Complaining ends the meal.” Simple – she complains, the meal is over for her. DONE. Can you tell…
Tweet We live in a very close-knit neighborhood. This has it’s good and bad points. Need help shoveling or a hot dish delivered when you have a baby = good. Everyone knows what time you get up, go to bed, pee and when you forget to bring your clothes with you to the shower =…
Tweet “OOOO what a cute bunch you are!” “Get it mom, CheeriOOOOs and a bunch of grapes?” (Um yeah, kind of…) Totally not a funny joke, but when Esther told it to me over breakfast- she about died laughing, and I wanted to laugh, but we were late for the bus. ****** We love laughter…
Tweet I always wrongly pigeonhole my girls – Eloise is the academic and Esther is the socialite. Eloise is the quiet, serious one and Esther is the party girl. School comes easy to Eloise – now reading a level higher than I, with the handwriting of an adult, and doing math almost 2 grade levels…
Tweet Life is crazy. Some kids are back to school. Some are home. Baby is sleeping in 45 minutes increments followed by hours of screaming. HOURS Thus, I am not sleeping. Baby is walking…RUNNING..and into everything. I have not a moment to work during the day. Sales are awesome and I am busy. My fridge…
