Here’s the deal. I got a freelance gig. It starts today. It’s for two weeks. And it’s not like one of those small design jobs that I can do from the comfort of my own home. Nope. I’ve got to put on an actual outfit and go to an office. Here are answers to some questions you might have for me…

This was the week I tasted greatness and then was put back in my place. This was the week I found out I was small potatoes.

When Mazzy was about three months old, getting her to smile for the camera was the easiest thing in the world.

This past weekend, while visiting friends in DC, I made an important discovery. My husband, it turns out, can successfully put the baby down for a nap. He might, dare I say, be even better at it than I am. I know—SHOCKING…

When my husband travels, he is the epitome of Type-A. There is always a well-thought out schedule and anything that deviates is a PROBLEM.

San Francisco is coming close to passing a law forbidding restaurants to offer toys in meals that don’t pass certain nutritional requirements. McDonald’s is, of course, “extremely disappointed with this decision”. They say, “It’s not what our customers want.” Well, DUH. By customers, they mean kids, right? Because last time I checked, if a five-year-old asked for a car, it doesn’t mean anybody should give it to him.

Letting your baby 'cry it out' is agonizing. Especially if you are a first-time parent.

Growing up, my family didn't do the holiday card thing.

I am forced to sit back and watch as my “perfect nursery” meets the hard realities of having AN ACTUAL BABY.

My husband and I love to travel. But if there is one thing we have learned by taking our baby on numerous weekend trips this past summer, it is that she does not share our sense of adventure. I have now come to realize, that if we are ever going to have our ultimate family vacation, we are going to have to do it without her.

Yesterday was a shitty day. It wasn't that anything horrible happened.

As I talked about yesterday, Mazzy is a little pixie.