Hubby and I had lunch at The Yard House recently. (OK, more like *every* day, but who’s counting?) The Yard House, with 50 zillion beers on tap, none of which we can have over lunch, also blasts classic rock incessantly over their loud speakers. And while I have nothing intrinsically against classic rock, and there [...]

Declan: Dada, my tummy hurt at school yesterday.
Bryan: It did?
Declan: Yes. A lot. Then I went to the bathroom and pooped.
Bryan: Well, that’s good.
Declan: But I pooped so much the toilet wouldn’t flush.
Bryan: {trying not to laugh} Oh really? Did you go get a teacher?
Declan: Yes.
Bryan: And what did he do?
Declan: He went and got [...]

Carrying on a tradition from Bryan’s grandmother, Declan’s Grandma has been sending him cards with bits of cash in them for the past year or so. Lately, it’s been 5 dollars since Declan is, well, 5 years old. The only problem with this is now every time Declan gets anything in the mail – he [...]

The Scene: We’re getting dressed for work and my 5-year-old son Declan is in the room goofing around and jabbering on. While he is jabbering on, he is continually looking at my, um, breasts. I lift his chin once. I lift his chin twice. Finally…
Aimee: “Declan, it’s not polite to stare at a woman’s breasts.”
The [...]

Lately, several friends have purchased new digital cameras and I have been happy to help them through the process. It’s actually kind of fun, like a puzzle, to match up the right camera with the right person. But there’s also just some overall concepts I ask anyone and everyone (who will listen to me) to [...]

I’ll apologize upfront. This post is more centered on working mamas and their working spouses. But recently, I was discussing school drop-off and pick-up procedures with a friend and was shocked to discover that until recently, she accomplished both by herself. AND held down a full-time job. What changed was, her work was failing and [...]

There were some issues recently at my son Declan’s school with a few kids in his class saying some mean things to him. These included the ever-so-lovely, “If you won’t do this, I won’t be your friend” routine… and sometimes it got even more, well, juvenile, with downright name-calling.
The other night he was telling us [...]