Two years ago today. I am normal! I’ve been released to general population!
Yeah. We saw how well that went. Two loops later around the sun on this roller coaster and I’ve realized I am normal.
A Rough and Tumble Day
The morning brought about a neighborhood walk. We wrestled with the dogs before nap and then filled their little tummies with lunch. An excursion to the park was to follow in the afternoon. The end-goal: Exhaust the little ones.
Spring is here. And it was a beautiful day. The muppets were showing signs of stir-craziness. So we ventured forth into the great outdoors. Search and Destroy have demonstrated a recent penchant for playing with sticks.
Remember that old nursery rhyme about snips and snails and puppy dog tails? I’ll decode that for you. Boys = noise with dirt. Continue reading
Winecone Wednesday – Pickin’ Wildflowers Edition
I was perusing the Twitter to collect winecones, when I came across photo of a wild iris. (Accurately captioned that Wild Iris would be a great name for a band.)
My favorite flower is the iris. Always has been. Its vibrant contrast of purple/blue and yellow emanates happiness, and I like that it symbolizes good news and luck – two items of which I am always in need. Of course, back in the day, the French monarchy decided the flower’s trademark three petals represented faith, valor and wisdom. And then branded criminals with the fleur-de-lis – which is really neither good news nor lucky for the cattle-prodded party.
So really, it was like a royal winecone. This makes the iris even cooler. Continue reading
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Domestic Psychosis
I’ve clearly lost my mind.
In my infinite wisdom, I decided it would be a great idea to eat healthier and exercise to get back in shape. (After devouring several chocolate bunnies, of course.)
No matter that every weekday is a rush to get to work, pick up the boys at the end of the day and get home before we all collapse in an epic hunger-induced meltdown. I will prepare homemade meals. They are better for you. Continue reading
Picnic Time in Starting Lineup at First-Ever NFL New York Pop-Up Store
(I don’t typically post press releases. But this company is near and dear to my heart; it’s a family thing. And also, I wrote it.)
Football fans celebrate the 2012 NFL Draft in style with a variety of licensed outdoor leisure products.
MOORPARK, Calif., April 9, 2012 – Picnic Time, wholesaler and manufacturer of the world’s finest outdoor leisure and entertaining products, today announced that a selection of licensed totes, baskets, coolers, and accessories will be available in the NFL Shop At Draft, the first-ever NFL pop-up store in New York City, launched to celebrate new apparel partnerships and the 2012 NFL draft.
For Love of the Game
“Baseball is a very simple game. You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains. Think about that for a while.”
I thought about that this week. As I sat on the couch, snuggling with the draft picks of the 2030 season. The ballgame was on. The 2012 Major League Baseball season is upon us.
Sometimes there are sights, smells, sounds that take you back – there are memories in those sensory melodies. And the one that never fails to make me smile is the smell of freshly cut grass, the sound of cleats on the concrete, and ultimately the sight as the boys of summer take the field. Continue reading
LGGraphix Through the Looking Glass
You may have noticed some changes around these here parts recently. (If you haven’t noticed, um…look again?)
The boys are getting bigger. And the blogs are getting more diverse – you never know what life will bring when you’re experiencing it with tiny twins. (I just write the stuff down people.) This summer, I’m heading to a conference back east to join up with other BlogHer’s and I wanted to step up my brand. Continue reading
10 Phrases Frat Boys and Toddlers Have in Common
Some comments are cute when spoken about your cherubic little toddler, yet not so funny when you hear the same utterance regarding your now grown up fun-loving frat boy. Continue reading
Miracle Babies Poem
I did not write this. Anonymous did.
I have two sons, born at 27 weeks – yet the rest is accurate in its entirety. This is the indoctrination into life as a preemie parent.
Thank you Miracle Babies, for sharing.
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