Please Say Please
It’s Wednesday, right? Just checking because I’m starting to wonder if I’m losing it. Remember the Thomas birthday party I took Sam to last Saturday, a whole five days ago? Wel...
A Toddler’s Prerogative
You never know what is going to come out of the Saminator’s mouth these days. Today he commented, “Sam’s a boy, and Maggie’s a baby.” Well, both of those statements a...
Sam’s Tag-a-Long
Who is Sam’s tag-a-long, you ask? Me, that’s who. He has this rockin’ social life, and thankfully I’m allowed to come along as his driver/bodyguard. Otherwise I’d b...
An Orange Popsicle
Last night was one of those rights of passage of parenthood that you never want to experience — the dreaded emergency room. Even thinking about the emergency room makes me nervous, let alone a...
Home Sweet Home
I know it sounds trite, but it is so nice to be home. Home, you are too kind, welcoming us with an enveloping hug, an endearing smile! I know it’s hard for you to muster much sympathy for us...
Homestead & Helicopters
Today Sam and I headed out to the Homestead, his fifth trip to this exclusive five star resort in his two and a half year life span. Not too shabby, huh, considering that it’s a once in lifeti...
"Your Life Is Going to Change!"
I remember it so vividly, probably because it happened all the time. It all started the minute my stomach started to stick out, more than usual that is. It happened everywhere — at Target, a...
Lame and Proud
It’s official. We are lame and have been scared into further lameness. For the first time in ages upon ages, we met another couple (Frent’s parents) out for drinks and appetizers and t...