1 – We still play musical beds most nights.  The only constant is that I sleep in my bed.  Everyone else sort of rotates.  I know it’s odd, but it works for our family. 2 – We’ve moved Botulism Night (the night where I open the fridge and tell the kids to pick what they …

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I put up my tree last night.  And on Sunday, I was at a PJ event, and one of my friends confided that her kids were picking out their tree later on that afternoon.  Confided, because it’s something that is still somewhat shameful.  And while a part of me understands the secrecy, I do, there’s …

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1. Aimee was the one who suggested that it was possible that I might be pregnant, and I’ll never, ever forget that feeling when I looked at the calendar and realized that I actually might be.  We were in the kitchen in our old apartment on Harriman Court, and she was standing by the refrigerator.  I …

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It was, in some ways, my best Thanksgiving ever.  In some ways, it was really the worst. It started out well.  Marc was working on the Wednesday before, so I took all three kids down to Pie Day II at my mother’s house.  We had already observed Pie Day I on the Sunday before Thanksgiving. …

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I started going back thru my old blog posts (really, that’s one of the major perks to having a blog, being able to go back and see where we were, and how much things have changed – and how much they haven’t).  In honor of today being December first – I thought I’d repost one …

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My kids are growing up.  Each one,  in his/her own way, and sometimes it’s beautiful and sweet, and sometimes it’s wistful and kind of sad, and sometimes it’s just irritating and frustrating. We had a rough Thanksgiving, in a lot of ways.  (Future post to follow)  We had a wonderful Thanksgiving in a lot of …

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Although, as I type it, I’m realizing that if I feel as though I have to formally declare it – I’ve got a problem. But it’s not my fault.  Not entirely. I blame the kids. Of course.  And Marc.  The kids, because they believe that everything, absolutely everything, that they may have touched, played with, …

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It was twenty nine years ago that my grandmother passed away.  She was a smoker, and it was a long, slow, excruciating process, watching her die of lung cancer.   We had a hospital bed in the living room at their house, and I’ll never forget the way my mother and her siblings took care …

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My daughter loves preschool. And I couldn’t be happier. We had a very rough transition to preschool. She’s only three and a half, and there was a part of me that thought that she could wait and just have the one year of preschool before starting kindergarten. I had made a similar decision with my …

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I’m not yelling at Jewish people.  Not really.  But I have been thinking a lot, lately, about all of the articles and columns and discussions that have been going on all over the place on the internet.  I’ve waded in on a few of them, and I know that I need to hold back.  Stop. …

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