Much to MRS’s chagrin, our sex life has popped up as semi-frequent topic on my blog. And today, it rears its ugly head again. In the past I’ve complained about the systematic collapse our bedroom activity has sustained since we began procreating. I’ve lamented about my needs not being fulfilled. I’ve moaned about my numerous [...]

When I take my kids to the playground, there are always other children running around. I don’t know much about them, other than one should tie his laces and another has her shirt on inside out and appears to be mad for purple popsicles.
I don’t know if he was breastfed or bottlefed.
I don’t know [...]

I am writing this as part of my recovery. At least this is what my pseudo-therapist-husband prescribed.
To preface this confession, my disclaimer is that I have never been one to be caught up in the material world of lavish houses, clothing and cars. I loathe the haughtiness of country clubs and abhor shopping anywhere [...]

There were many adorable and memorable entries in our Halloween photo contest but Hope Hoover’s shot of little Ladon won for the following reasons:

1) Because those cheeks just won’t quit
2) This may be the only time a bat has ever been cute.
Congratulations and stay tuned for our next contest: a free sitting and soft proofs [...]

The top five signs I need glasses:
1. I keep mistaking ubiquitous-in-Colorado cars with ski racks for police cars.
2. I was behind a car and thought I saw an Irish Setter in the back seat. It turned out to be a girl.
3. Every piece of lint or fuzz on the carpet is a spider, [...]

Once, while waiting outside the office building where I worked in New York, I was mistaken for a hooker. Or possibly a drug dealer. I’m not sure which.
All I know is that I was waiting for my husband Kyle – who had rented a car on the other side of town – to come pick [...]

My mom is going to grin ear to ear when she reads this. When I was a child, my mother had a particular way of correcting my grammar. She basically pretended she didn’t hear me and/or didn’t understand me when I spoke inappropriately.
IT DROVE ME ABSOLUTELY NUTS.
Aimee: “Me and Jenny are playing with dolls.”
Mom: “Who?”
Aimee: [...]