One thing that was so refreshing to discover at the Type A Mom Conference this past weekend, is that I'm not completely insane. It'...

I'm home again. I've snuggled my son, snuggled my husband and then some, and finally taken a bath. My roomie would be pleased. I di...

I'm headed out to the Type A Mom Conference. This morning, I'll be picking up Abby in Kevin's crazy tiny car, packing all of ou...

Last Saturday, we took Little Bird to see They Might Be Giants. Our friend Abby saved us some fabulous seats on the fourth row, and we got ...

There are few people who come into your life as friends and then remain that way forever. Sure, I've reconnected with plenty of people o...

I had this moment of realization today. Bird is growing up. I know that's not a brilliant deduction or anything, but it just became glar...

This is just because I like it. And also because I couldn't shut down with 666 posts on my blog. Lovely and Bird, each the president of ...

Little Bird is easy going. He says "Hi!" to almost everyone we pass, and when we leave a store, he turns around and waves like he ...

Today was Little Bird's first day of school. Technically, it's Mother's Morning Out, but since he can't say all of that, but...

Of course, Labor Day is for laboring. That's my husband. With power tools. That's a giant hole in my dining room. To the outside. Li...

There has been a bit of construction going on in our backyard. Our good friend Tom owns his own tractor like thing, and he loves to move dir...

Dear Blue Cross Blue Shield, Thank you for having not one, but two very nice ladies available to help me over the phone today. I now underst...

Dear Little Bean, I think you need a new name. I'm not sure what it's going to be yet, but Butterbean just doesn't fit you. You,...

I hover. It comes naturally to me. A smidge of control freak mixed in with an annoying amount of always being right sets poor Little Bird up...

Dear Butterbean, Next week we find out if you are a boy or a girl. I'm very excited. If you are a boy, then I have a lot less work to do...

After my oldest dog, Chelsea, died in December, Bird seemed to lose interest in dogs for awhile. The other dogs are so much bigger than Chel...

He's taunting me. I leave the front door open to let in the sunlight through the storm door. When I walk by, he doesn't budge. He da...

Because I don't want to forget this moment . . . I'm sitting in the living room watching my children play. Lovely is shaking her hai...

Little Bird has been sporting a mullet. I know this and admit it willingly, but I have been loathe to cut it. It curled up in the back, and ...

Dear Butterbean, You aren't even here yet, and I already feel like a failure as your mother. By this time in my pregnancy with Little Bi...