It started out with a series of lies. Bald-faced lies. Lies where he thinks I am too stupid to figure them out because his perspective on the world is so narrow… that he can’t fathom there is stuff outside his realm of understanding. Therefore, if he doesn’t know it, *I* don’t know it either.
WRONG, KID. [...]

Anyone else sick of sorting through the bin and taking toys away from their children because of safety concerns? My favorite was the Aqua Dots fiasco, where the little pellets were filled with the date rape drug GHB. How does a DATE RAPE drug get into our toys? I mean, a Stoli martini maybe… but [...]

I completely abhor raking leaves. It comes from growing up in Maryland, where there are a LOT of leaves, and a LOT of wet, gooey leaves. In fact, when Bryan asked me to marry him, I said yes only on the condition that I would NEVER have to rake another leaf again. And Bryan had [...]

Why did I start blogging?
Because I have a bad memory.
The truth behind the bad memory is a rough childhood with an alcoholic father and a coping mechanism that stays with me to this day.
Things have gotten better as an adult and I certainly don’t have any problems functioning in my life – but details… well, [...]

My son Declan has a very strict bedtime routine – completely of his own invention. When I tell you about it, please do not think we are nuts. (Just think of all the crazy stuff you have done for your kids.)
Every night, every bedtime goes exactly like this:
Pajamas, medicine (for allergies), brush teeth, go potty… [...]

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: [...]

Bryan and I are tech freaks, so I am not surprised that Declan loves gadgets and gizmos already. At JUST-TURNED-FIVE.
We gave him one of our old PDA’s… and he uses it to practice his letters, do little graffiti drawings and manage the profusion of play-dates with his little friends. (Just kidding, that’s my job). OK, [...]