I did the unthinkable. I bought Elie Mae a Halloween costume. I know, I know. I had planned to sew her the Confederate flag onesie and make her push a small cannon through the streets. I thought this perfect for an 11-month-old. Alas, I’ve been sucked into the microwave generation. I walked into Old Navy […]Read more "Why I Must Make Elie Mae’s Costume Myself"
I’m no longer nursing Eliot. It’s not because I’m a Victoria’s Secret model and need to maintain my perkiness. SPOILER ALERT: I’ll probably never even model lingerie for SEARS Automotive. Or Goodwill. I stopped nursing for several reasons, a combination of Eliot’s allergies and a strong desire to bronze my first Medela double breastpump.. As […]Read more "Don’t Give Me That Stank Eye"
My cockapoo, Tuxedo, suffers from many shortcomings, including a satanically-driven affinity for athletic socks. When the doggy angel and satan appear on his shoulders, Tux always listens to the pitch-fork wielding, bug-eyed pug. It’s not until he gets caught mid-chomp at the back of his cage that he shows remorse. But, as we say in […]Read more "No Confusion Here"