After the Honeymoon

Santa’s Little Helper…

December 14, 2011

In case you hadn’t heard, Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year. Partly because I’m allowed to celebrate it from the day after Thanksgiving to MLK Day…or the day the Christmas Tree dies. I’m not sure exactly how long that is, since MLK day is one of those days I never realize is happening [...]

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Momma Needs A Time Out

December 6, 2011

In less than a fortnight, the Little Man will be Two. Now, on any other blog this would be where I post about how amazing he is. How I’m astounded at how quickly he’s developed this past year. From a non-verbal baby who balanced on one knee while propelling himself around the room with the [...]

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Julia Child’s Blooper Reel

November 29, 2011

I’ve been looking forward to Thanksgiving since the day after Halloween. Secretly, it’s because the Christmas season starts the day after Thanksgiving, when I get to fill every nook, cranny, and nail with holiday Stuff. But I refuse to publicly admit this. After all, there’s no need to look like a hypocrite after I finish [...]

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Domestication Strikes Back

November 21, 2011

Have you heard of the Naked Sober Chick? If you haven’t, you probably should. Because not only is she striking back, but she’s doing it WITH CHILD. Literally. NSC popped out a mini-me last week! Of course, she waited until I had high-tailed it to the top of an internet-less mountain for the weekend. Perhaps [...]

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Eldest Child Syndrome

November 16, 2011

The Big Man and I are eldest children. The first borns of our families. The ones who, had we been born a couple hundred years ago, would have inherited it all. So long as our siblings didn’t band together and assassinate us first. Which is why I am eternally grateful to have been born in [...]

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Awkward Family Photos, A Prequel

November 9, 2011

I grew up in an Olan Mills. Ok, not literally, but large chunks of the admittedly limited number of memories I have of my childhood involve being in an Olan Mills studio. Mostly the waiting room of the studio, with a few brief flashes of being in the actual studio. One bright light and I’m [...]

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