Baby Season
Spring is baby season for me. Or, at least, it has been. Every other year since 2005*, I've had a spring baby. 2005, 2007, 2009... And here I sit in 2011 with an empty womb. Granted, it's been a trying year. I spent three months separated from my husband, taking...
Cloth Wipes Q&A
Q: We have cloth wipes and the Prince Lionheart wipes warmer (and a baby girl due any day now!). I was curious as to your thoughts on the warmer. A: I love the wipes warmer. Cloth wipes are a lot wetter than disposable wipes. And the more wetness, the colder the...
Going Back in Time
Ever look at your four-year-old on his birthday and wonder how that 8 pound, 13 oz bundle of helplessness transformed into the independent preschooler grinning at you from his perch on the kitchen table? I found I couldn't believe the two were the same. So I went...
Clean Storage for Soft Butter
I decided ages ago that butter is better than margarine. However, then I had to deal with hard, cold butter. Taking a leap of faith, I started leaving it out on the counter to stay soft. And stay soft, it did! I also learned that the fat content in butter keeps it...
My Diaper Stash
I got my diapers out of the dryer today and thought to myself, "I should take pictures of my updated stash!" Because, I do believe the last time I blogged about diapers, Bush was still president. Here they are! In all their glory. And also, love my Couch Flowers....
I’m Better Now
Sometimes it seems I only post the bad parts of my day. The melodramaticness of this morning passed rather quickly after I posted about it. We went inside. Benjamin put his hangers in his shirts and then whined about going outside, which I told him was out of the...
Sometimes I Just Give Up
Like when I tell my 5yo to look at the overcast covering of clouds and she says, "I do not see any clouds." I give up. When my 3yo says he'd rather sit on the living room floor staring at the wall than put hangers in shirts so he can come join us outside. I give up....
In Which My Brain Uncramps
I have disappeared. I told them to pick up the train tracks and then slipped into the back bedroom and shut the door. I'm all for open floor plans, but sometimes I just need a hiding place. When I'm the only adult around, my brain refuses to stop. My ears are unable...
The Kitchen Timer Story
Sometimes my kids do things that just make me want to cry. This afternoon, for example, Benjamin (who is almost four) threw my kitchen timer on the floor. I didn't see the first throw; I figured someone had simply dropped something. I was curious when I heard the...
I Think I Offended The Garbage Man
For the 17th consecutive week, I forgot to have Josh take the garbage out on garbage day. So when I saw the truck rumble up to our neighbor's driveway, I grabbed my coat and rushed out. But, rewind, this was a weird morning where Josh was actually here when the...