Monthly Archives: January 2010

At some point, I will develop a sense of shame. Also, some dignity.

Once in a while, I rock back on my heels and try to remember exactly what happened right after I delivered Aura in the hospital over three years ago. My memories are all very fuzzy and tinted with excruciating pain, but I do suspect that the doctor, as she was magically disappearing the placenta, may have asked if I wanted her…

Jubilation! Oh, and mom porn.

Ding dong! The cat is gone! Which old cat? The wicked cat! Ding dong! The wicked cat is gooooooooone….  I could just keep singing and singing. You know why? Because singing is what you do when you are ECSTATIC and SUPER HAPPY and OVERJOYED. Such as when you kick your first soccer goal or fall in love or…

In search of socialization, with a side of masterful penmanship

It was around this time last year that I began thinking about where Aura might go to preschool. At get-togethers with my moms’ group, the conversation would inevitably turn to the Preschool Dilemma: where, how much, what kind. Despite a few differences in preferred preschool philosophy, we were all in consensus that we wanted to find schools…

Sick days, or why Lifetime movies are just as good as Sudafed.

Forgive me for being the world’s laziest blogger, then feel appropriately sorry for me, for I am sick. It could be worse, considering both Aura and my mother had the stomach flu this weekend. My symptoms are limited to occasional waves of nausea and body aches and a mild fever, leading me to believe that if you use two full…

Stanley Tucci, a giveaway winner, and a cheeky snowman walk into a bar.

Hey, it’s Friday! It’s also Giveaway Winner Announcement Day. Before I name the winner, allow me to observe how many of you have failed to appreciate the giveaway concept.  With a giveaway, you get something FREE. Like, I have something, then I give it. Away. To you. For FREE. I am flummoxed by how many people viewed the…

Okay, but only if they dust the windowsills with their biceps.

A few weeks ago, Aura was playing with Play Doh at her little Ikea table when I announced it was time to tidy up and get ready for dinner. As she began to mash the clay back into its cans, I heard her muttering to herself. “Ugh!” she hissed from under her table, where she had gone…

Really. They're like us, but with more topless photos.

Today I shall share a dirty little secret with you.  Okay, so it’s not really a secret, per se. And it might not be very dirty. Or even mildly shady.  Oh, FORGET IT. I don’t know what you people expect from me, anyway. I mean, the bulk of this blog so far has been dedicated to ramblings on…

Because you too want to know how Julia made an aspic, for free

Look! It’s my first giveaway! For you! Or one of you, at least. Of course, blog giveaways usually take place when the blogger has a sponsor or some kind of corporate force behind the scenes.  Not this time, though.  This giveaway is inspired by the mere facts that I’m tired and sloth-like and greedy for some comments.  And so, without further…

This is Where I Take My Cues from Bendable Dolls

Since last fall, Adam and I have been throwing around the idea of taking a vacation in February or March. We’re not sure where we might go, other than it will be lush and tropical and rife with hotel-screened babysitters, preferably the non-kidnappery kind. It having been years since I’ve been anywhere exotic (hello, 2005 honeymoon in…

I'm going to need a really strong padlock.

When my mom moved in with us after breaking her hip last month, I worried about how Aura would adjust. She was used to being the center of my attention most days, minus preschool hours and Daddy time. Would she resent the time I spent helping my mother? Would she start to act out? Renege on using…