open sesame!

One year ago, my little baby was the size of a sesame seed. Today, I ate a sesame seed bagel. Actually, it was a strawberry bagel, but that doesn't sound quite as romantic, now does it? Oh, and speaking of the past.... My dogter, Lola, got stuck in the garage today for a grand total of 7 minutes, which was enough ...

A typical morning in the Land of Mom.

You know those mornings,  when you get to sleep until 8,  and wake up, in your favorite, freshly washed pair of jammies,  and walk into the bathroom to find that your hair,  which can have a life of it's own, in these warm, summer months,  has dried into pretty, soft, curls,  and you feel kind of good about yourself,  so you grab your ...

Memories

Maybe it's a new mom thing; Maybe it's because I'm trying to hold onto every moment, to take in every everything about every minute, as time seems to be racing by; Maybe it's just me, but, just this week, I've been overcome and overwhelmed by memories. They keeps sneaking up on me. Like when I was searching around in the lazy susan in the ...

So far, the most awkward moment of my day

occurred when I was strolling along, pushing my baby in her baby-car-seat-stroller (not to be confused with her big girl stroller. It was windy. She needed more coverage, today.) and happened upon a toddler in the exact same outfit that my daughter was wearing. I, of course, ran up to the little girl, who was sitting ...

And, the winner for the greatest question of all, goes to…

Yesterday, when I wrote about questions, I mistakenly left out the most fantasticallyawful question of all. Let me set the scene for you: It was my birthday. I was 39 weeks pregnant. My belly was so large under my tank-top that someone described my shirt as having to "work really hard". Put it this way: I was giving Baby Housman a ...

Realllllly????

You know the age old expression that tells you that "there's no such thing as a stupid question..."? Yeah, I'm here to disagree. In the past year, I have been asked more silly questions than I can count. And, if I'm being completely honest, I may have asked a few doozies myself. Today, I had my 4-month-Post-Pregnancy check-up with my ...

baby talk

This weekend, my daughter started saying "Ma. Mama. Ma." All of the books call it "babbling". I prefer to call it an ode to her favorite person in the world.