The muppets went trick-or-treating tonight. I’m not sure who was more excited. (Ok, I’m totally sure – it was me.) You’ll have to stay tuned for the full adventurous recap.
But just for kicks – here’s a memory jog of disguises through the years (so far). Continue reading
“This kind of blog just writes itself, doesn’t it?” smirked Jon as he was sent back to the store for last minute sherbet.
It was the annual Mama’s Halloween party. Ten small peeps (between the ages of 4 months and 4 years) descended upon my house to join the muppets in creating complete and utter chaos. A dirty dozen in full disguise. Continue reading
G.G. hated Mother’s Day. She viewed it as a mass-market sales ploy for the greeting card industry. I can’t say I disagree – it’s very similar to how I’ve always felt about Valentine’s Day.
At best, I’d say I’m indifferent. Because, you see, I’m a mother every day.
Nevertheless, we had a special mommy and muppets day chalk full of activities: Continue reading
Leprechauns are mythical creatures.
Getting pregnant is a miracle. It requires a lot of drugs. I hear people on drugs see mythical creatures.
Leprechauns are no taller than a small child.
Little ones ARE small children. Continue reading
I actually am. 50/50 people. Irish/Italian, baby.
Momma Be Thy Name noted, “There is No Such Thing as Half-Italian.” And she certainly has a point. Growing up, I always associated far more with my Italian heritage. Mostly because I am first generation American on that side. (You’ve seen some of the comments posted by GrampaStavo – that’s seriously how he sounds folks.)
Valentine’s Day. And I had not one, but TWO fantabulous dates.
5:57 p.m.: Our dinner date begins. Continue reading
Happy Valentine’s Day.
This holiday isn’t really my cup of tea. Sweethearts taste like chalk and the over-abundance of cherry-flavored lollipops remind me of children’s medicine. Overpriced wilted roses and an exorbitantly priced prix-fixe menu with funny foods I don’t understand. (Give me a summer ballgame with a Dodger dog any day.)
I mean really, a day should not have so much pressure attached to it – especially when it doesn’t even come with a day off work! I do like the chocolate though. I would be happy to share yours. Continue reading
It’s been another blink and you missed it year. (Go back and read the Annual Christmas Letter if you blinked.) The end of the calendar year is really a random point in the circle around the sun for us to reset.
I’ll be your Lois Lane you be my Superman. And Batman will protect our city.
And neither of them will consent to take off the boots. They’re becoming a thing. Continue reading
