There's an old Archie Comics storyline where Veronica decides that the sand at the beach isn't soft enough for her precious tootsies and in ...

Tomorrow, Mike and I are going on vacation.* I know your first question.

Mazzy’s first word was “HI”. Her second word was “BOO”. But her third word is her favorite. It’s her word for the sun, the moon and all the stars inbetween. Her third word was none other than “DA-DA”…

    This post was prompted by the "Red     Writing Hood".

Since I don't celebrate Christmas, I have always made New Year's Eve the focal point of my holiday festivities.

Above is my baby. Sitting with Santa. No joy, no tears, nothing. Unaffected.

Did I ever tell you about the time my sister scheduled her wedding for the day before my due date?

In an ironic twist, the story of the fancypants birthday party dress from my mother-in-law has a you-need-to-see-it-to-believe-it ending. Good thing there’s video.

CAVEAT: After rereading this post, I have determined I was still suffering from Stomach Bug Delirium when I wrote it.

  OK— this post isn't going to be   particularly inspired, mainly because   Mazzy and I just spent the last 24 hours  ...

  Mazzy will be a year old on   Decmeber 9th. Which means,   this pumping thing is about to   come to an end.

Last week, I wrote a post about someone that I couldn't post on my blog. The someone? My Mother-In-Law.

Mazzy’s first birthday is on the 9th. And due to certain circumstances mixed with general laziness and complete exhaustion, I have yet to do anything to plan for her party besides set the date. Which is Sunday. People will be coming. But as far as party decor or any form of entertainment, that all still remains very much a mystery.

Here's something I learned about myself this Thanksgiving— If you tell me that the pie is on the counter in the pantry and the pie is in ...

Today is my birthday. Yes, I know— EXCITING. Except that it is not that exciting at all. My birthday has always taken a backseat to Thanksgiving.