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A fond farewell...

Thank you so much for joining me on this parenting journey of the last few years. It's been a dizzying and exhausting, but joy-filled, adventure. I won't be continuing to blog here because kids + novel writing = negative amount of time left for other pursuits, but please enjoy my past posts. For the latest on what I'm up to, visit me at RebeccaHanover.com.


One Mom’s True Confession: What’s really on my mind 2 weeks before my due date

I’m about to bring another child into the world. It’s glorious and awe-inspiring and clearly a transcendent time in my life. And yet, what preoccupies most of my waking and sleeping hours these days is not the overwhelming beauty of motherhood, the growing being inside my womb, or the spiritual wonder of childbirth: it’s pants. Toddler sweatpants, to be exact. My kiddo has about 42 pairs of sweatpants of every


To the mom whose kids play with an empty paper towel roll

So you know those moms who get interviewed in fine publications like Domino magazine and Dwell and, you know, that HGTV magazine that’s kind of legit but not really? Well, they are always posing with their beautifully scruffy-in-a-hipster-way* kids in front of their perfectly-decorated-like-they-didn’t-decorate living rooms, and when asked about their kiddos’ bedrooms — which are SUSPICIOUSLY MINIMALIST and devoid of like, action figures and play doh stains — they


Can I borrow your 5yo daughter?

I just got off the phone with one of my dearest friends, who happens to have an (almost) five-year-old daughter. Said daughter does things like label their toys with Sharpie so that they don’t get lost or stolen by shady 2yo’s at the park. Another good friend, who also has an adorably pigtailed four-year-old lass, tells me about how her child does not like it if toys are misplaced and


One kid + one kid equals…?

So we’re about to (and when I say about to, I mean in four months, not tomorrow, for God’s sake don’t rush me!) embark on becoming a family of four. We will officially go from being one of those families where the parents outnumber the child to one of those families that’s screwed. Okay, I’m kidding about the screwed part, obviously! (Geez). We’re totally psyched for baby #2. But before


I know my kid just ate paint.

I have a feisty, curious, indefatigable two-point-five-year-old son and he is the cutest thing EVER (ever). When we are at Starbucks or the grocery store or on the street or the potty or (insert pretty much any geographic location here that can be found on Google Maps), he often does things like: 1) conduct chem experiments with salt and pepper shakers (SO SMART!) 2) insist on drinking X beverage from