I have been a mom for almost six years now, but for whatever reason it is only occurring to me now how freakin' impossible it is to find family-friendly things to do on St. Patrick's Day. Especially if your family lives in Boston, aka Little Ireland. And most especially when the high holy day falls on a Saturday. You would think that would make it ( Read more... )

Yesterday, my back sent me a message. A very clear, firm message. And that message was this ( Read more... )

The scene: Early this morning, upstairs. I am awake, but still in bed - zonked after a night peppered with interrupted sleep (mostly "can I have a drink of SUPER COLD water?" related interruptions). The ESPOSO is changing the MUNCHKIN's diaper in his room down the hall ( Read more... )

The ocean whispers
across sand with a secret
it's dying to share.


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It's official. The 2011 holiday season is over ( Read more... )

This weekend - due to the generosity and awesomeness of Patoot's uncle V and bostonerin's French horn playing pal - Patoot and I got to see Braodway's Mary Poppins. Both in front of and BEHIND the stage ( Read more... )

The scene: Our living room, the day after our annual tree-trimming party. It is the first time PATOOT has seen the tree since she and her adorable but short friends trimmed the bottom branches last night before bedtime. After the kiddies went to bed, grown-up shenanigans ensued ( Read more... )

Why is it that, despite the fact December has really just begun, I feel woefully behind already? I just took a gander at my Christmas gift list, and I feel like it is trying to lull me into a false sense of security. There are lots of items crossed off, to be sure. But I've only gotten ONE present for either of my own children yet. Plus some other ( Read more... )

Thick eyelashes curl
atop plump cheeks while you scowl
in your sleep. Stay small.


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Sometimes I wonder if Patoot's and the Munchkin's future family experiences will be somehow lessened because there are only the two of them. When you consider The Financial Climate Crisis and my (ahem) age, it doesn't seem likely that we'll have a third kidlet. I mean, I'm definitely open to the possibility, but I don't think there is one. But I ( Read more... )