
It happened.
Actually, we're two weeks past it, but the pain still numbs us.
We had to put our 4 year old sweet dog to sleep a few weeks ago. And while I wrote about it furiously on my personal blog (it's a three-parter), I

“Is Lincoln allowed to have juice?” asked the daycare teacher his second day of school.
“I…um…well,” I fumbled. “He…uh…we…uh.”
(Hint: The answer is a solid ‘No,’ and I knew it.)
The day before I

Leave it to my children to gather up every chopstick in the house, (whether they be of the standard take away variety, or the fancier ones, which my husband and I have collected over the years), and turn them into

I joked a few weeks ago to my carpool pal that when she was taking her 6 p.m. nap, I’d be making dinner, making lunches, etc., etc., etc. You know the list.
She said, “Oh, yeah. You’ve got another job, don’t you?”
I

Haha!
No, actually, the teacher DIDN'T call.
But, I'm writing this on Friday the 13th, and that got me thinking about the movie "Friday the 13th", which got me thinking about all the scary movies I saw at way too young of an

“Mom!”
My head pokes up like a prairie dog. Who’s calling “mom?”
“Hey MOM!”
Again? Who is that? Who’s in my house looking for “mom.”
“MOM! MOM!”
You talking to me?
My son call me “mom” now, and

Well what do you know?
The two people who raised me were quite capable of also taking care of my children while my husband and I lived it up in Atlantis last week.
(Our first trip alone since having our first child 11