(Editor's Note: This post was originally composed on Monday, December 19. Writing had to be postponed* which accounts for any confusion as I refer to "today" as "Monday" when it is, now, Tuesday. Many thanks!) Today, I had a massive case of déjà vu, and not necessarily for the best reasons. I am really fascinated by the concept of ...
My husband is a wonderful, wonderful man. He has no problem being silly with me. As a daddy, he is as sweet as sugar All in all, a keeper, he is. However, the man cannot surprise me. Maybe it's our deep connection. We do have a sort of ESP. Don't believe me? Here. Here's your proof. However, I believe it is ...
Today, on our way home from Home Goods, after the 80th question from my daughter ("Does pool water taste salty?") My mom decided to try to implement a technique they used with me when I was a child: The Quiet Game. They would challenge me to see how long I could go without speaking. Apple. Tree. You ...
Groundhogs Day has come to signify the "Deja Vu" phenomenon in popular culture. And in my house today, that's exactly what it did. My daughter sat on my lap and read this book to me. And as she flipped through the pages, I was overcome with a feeling of familiarity; I have been here before. ... April, 2010. The day ...
and share pictures of my afternoon as a Disney Princess, until I accidentally conjured Lucille Ball. You see, if you are not my facebook friend, or husband, or parent, you probably don't know that I spent the evening flooding my basement. Let me just start by saying this: I'm married to a good guy. A sweet, tutu buying Princess embracing good guy. And, this good guy ...
Today, my husband managed to surprise me. I know that I have mentioned before that I am notorious for predicting my husband's surprises, and therefore foiling any attempts to give me a shock. There is this cosmic connection we share, a keen ability that we have to read one another, that makes any surprises, large or small, nearly impossible. For ...
I made it. I survived my first week back from maternity leave. Yes, I work part time, (and by part time, I mean 3 days a week, for quarter days, at that) but I can't say that I'm not thrilled to have my first week behind me and my little baby before me, as she sits here, sucking on her big ...
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