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Yearly Archives: 2013


Festive! (or trying to be)

Ugh, I miss daily (and even weekly!) blogging so much, but I guess I don’t have to explain that finding enough time in the day when you have a toddler around is like finding that tiny Lego part he is obsessed with but that will never ever ever surface again in this lifetime. Life feels all about trying right now (and not just trying to go potty). I am trying


On Writing. On Happiness. On Elmo (what else?)

I have completely lost track of what day of my “write every day” project I’m on, which is the bad news, but the good news is that I HAVE been carving out time to write (sadly, working on my novel hardcore means less blogging time, but that’s ok, you were probably kinda sick of me, anyway). The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of writing, momming, revving up for


My kiddo officially understands everything (and I am screwed)

So my kiddo, at two years old, is full on talking now. He’s not like, reciting the Pledge of Allegiance or anything (though we do have a good friend whose same-age son can say “it’s a grand old flag” — you know who you are and your kiddo is OUTLANDISHLY CUTE). But Leo is definitely pointing to the “purple bicycle” and “purple oos (shoes)” and saying “Mommy drive car” and


I am a good mom.

This video that seems to be headed towards virality really got me thinking this morning. (Quick summary if you haven’t seen it: moms are their own biggest critics. Videographers turn the tables so the moms can see how much their kiddos love them). All I’ve been thinking since watching it is this: Why do all of these moms think they aren’t good moms (or, at the very least, that they


Toddlers. Mealtime. Venting Session Starts Now.

My post on getting-your-toddler-to-eat is featured today over at The Chic Site – check it out! And read below for a preview. One of my favorite things to talk about is how totally and categorically unprepared I was for parenthood because I had no idea that I’d have to make what are essentially management decisions for a three-foot-tall employee whose favorite word, after Elmo, is “no.” But here I am,