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…

It will be a REALLY GOOD MOVIE. I Promise. Trust Me.

As soon as I say the words, “hey, why don’t we watch…” I just know it’s going to end badly. And it’s not that I have bad taste in movies. On the contrary, I think possessing a certain, je ne se quois, mix of tastes that range from the stupid…

It Would Be So Rufus. Or Because I Have Always Wanted to Channel My Inner Thornton Melon

I wanted to go to Brown back in the 90s. (PS. am currently salivating) Back before Seth and Summer competed for that one coveted spot. Back before any of the van der Woodsens even uttered the school name. Back before Norah and her playlist were accepted there. I applied early…

How Now Brown Couch

Next week we take possession of our new home. Three thousand square feet of suburban goodness that I have only seen in pictures. But I just know that is it the perfect house. But, while real estate markets across the states keep tanking and tanking, the Toronto market is doing…

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