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Dec
13

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

Nov
25

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

Oct
30

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

Oct
09

Pajamas. Obviously.

We now officially have a pajama drawer — or, as our 2yo refers to it, a “night” drawer. Here’s the deal: Leo LOVES all of his pajama shirts, which wouldn’t you, I mean they all have awesome animals on them like bumblebees or tigers or trucks (not technically animals, but tell that to a crane-loving toddler). He loves them so much that when we open up his dresser drawer to

Sep
19

Have you written that novel yet? Day One

(This post also appears on rebeccahanover.com. I’ll be double posting for the time being — feel free to stop by either blog AT ANY MOMENT BECAUSE YOU CAN.) I am writing a novel. I have been writing said novel for a while, which is all well and good and part of the process and writing takes time etc etc. I’ve also found myself pulled in twenty hundred directions lately (get