Today marks the mid-term election. Two years ago, red states put a doofus in power and we’ve watched a sad version of The Washington Apprentice. Only this is real life and real (innocent and defenseless) people are in jeopardy because 45 is a narcissist.
I don’t respect people who place personal gain ahead of collective growth nor do I admire assholes who rate their individual success by the zeroes in their foreign bank accounts.
Cooler temperatures are on the way, and another Stitch Fix has arrived. This time, my daughter decided to drop in to help reveal the latest fall fashions.
Did we love it? You’ll have to watch to find out.
We do our best to keep our kids active and entertained, which usually includes lots of book reading, doll playing and — gulp — PJ Masks on the iPad. I’m sorry. There’s only so much Disney Junior I can take.
Thankfully we live in a neighborhood with a ton of kids Brooke’s age and they all play together as well as any group of toddlers can be expected to play together. For Brooke’s birthday, she got a “Stepping Stone kit like this one that turned out to be
I’ve got a topic to talk about and I’m curious how you feel. To do lists. Do you love them or loathe them?
“Have kids,” they say. “They’re amazing,” they say. What they also tell you that’s dang true is that your kids will never let you figure them out. Just when you think you’re #winning in the parenting department, they’ll throw another curve ball.
Last week, I was gone for a 3-day business trip and several people kindly asked me how I was doing “being away from the baby” and toddler, and I’m sure my answer shocked them.
Hey there! Spoiler alert! I’m loving my box this month, but want your opinions stat so I can make an informed decision on what to keep and/or send back. So have a watch and let me know what you think.
Raise your hand if you’re one of those super moms who jot down your child’s every first. First visitors, first smile, first giggle, first time to the park, first time rolling over. I bow down to you. I’m not that put together.
I may not have a cute baby’s first book (although I bought a couple adorable ones before our daughter arrived), but I have found the secret to keeping track of special milestones while looking like I’ve got my sh*t together.