Monthly Archives: April 2010

It Should Neither Be Itsy Nor Bitsy Nor Teeny Weenie

Once upon a time – not long after having three babies; not long before my thirtieth birthday – I went to the beach in St. Lucia with my two friends who are skinnier than I. I wore a bikini and felt only slightly self-conscious. That was the last time I…

OH* at our house…

HER to Emily: I would totally have ants in my pants. BUT I’M NOT WEARING ANY. HER to no one in particular, singing: Keep on rockin’ in the free….ZER! HER to me: Mama, your stomach looks like you have a baby inside…even though you don’t. That’s so funny. HER to…

I am the Tissue Police. Also, You Might Need One at the End of this Post…

Well, I woke up this morning a little stuffy and a little sneezy. I am not surprised, though. Josh is coughing, Isabella has a fever, and who knows what the husband has, but, well, there is mucho sniffling involved. (You know that sound…the one that sounds like like a throat…