So, since they’re twins, are they just totally alike?
No.
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I’ve Got an Idea
I’ve got lots of ideas.
And I keep coming up with more. I won’t hold back on you – I think my ideas are pretty swell. Continue reading
Abort Mission
Did you miss me?
I had every intention of writing a wonderfully witty diatribe for you last night, but alas – the lure of the cool tiles on the bathroom floor were too enticing. That, and writing would have required me to extract myself from the oh-so-comfortable fetal position I’d curled myself into. Continue reading
Babies, Berries and Baths
US Weekly
Tuesday night was another frantic muppet caper. I closed down my cubicle at work and ran for the hills – also known as driving across the Silicon Valley at high speeds to pick up the boys on time.
Search and Destroy greeted me at the pickup gate with giant grins and outstretched arms. Who could resist such heart-meltyness. I hugged them both. In my white blouse. After their afternoon snacktime. Which happened to be blackberries.
This may explain Sarah Michelle Gellar’s Golden Globes outfit… Continue reading
Bobby. A dog.
“I found a replacement for Scout,” read the text message.
“He’s cute. He looks like Cooper,” I replied. (Isn’t he cute?) “Why is he in our kitchen?”
“His name is Bobby.”
“Is he staying?” Because that would really be a LOT of testosterone in my house. Continue reading
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Clothing Optional
Once upon a time, in a land long before muppets, I had shame. I had a semblance of modesty.
Then I experienced infertility, quickly followed by premature labor, which ultimately ended with the birth of two children. AT ONCE (tiny as though they may have been). So add mommy-brain atop that list.
Guess what? I have no shame. I have no modesty.
The Uprising (or why I am cowering in a corner suspiciously eyeing my children’s toys)
The toys are trying to kill me. I’m pretty sure I’ve discovered the source of all the mysterious bruises that keep appearing on my legs. Also, I may have a broken toe.
I was sitting alone on my couch this evening, minding my own business, quietly typing away on a brilliant blog post for you. Only the living room lights were still on – the rest of the house was dark. I thought it would just be a quiet night to sit back, write, and enjoy a nice glass of the Pinot Noir Aunt Stephanie provided as a distraction for gifting the muppets two Power Wheels. (“Do not try to drive over your brother!”) Continue reading
Christmas 2011
I can’t wait to tell you all about the muppets big day, but Santa brought Mommy an early night’s sleep.
Sending my love to you and yours – be you right next door or across the globe. These interwebs are an amazing thing… Continue reading
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The Bell Still Rings For Me
I no longer lie awake at night listening for hoof-prints on the roof or the hissing steam and squeaking metal of the Polar Express. I’ve given up searching for a sleigh through a child’s eye.
Seasons change. Traditions evolve. We all grow up. For me, Christmas remains one of my favorite times of year – the spirit and memories of my childhood remain, tucked tightly into the bright white lights lining my tree. Continue reading
Because Apparently This Does Not Go Without Saying
(Warning: This post contains language not meant for polite society. But it is totally warranted.)
(Note to self: Never again think, “I’m not going to blog tonight. I have nothing to say so I’ll just read.” You’ll end up in a situation forcing you to respond to yourself, “Well, shit. Now I’ve got to write this down.) Continue reading