Breakfast
Easter Sunday bunny breakfast… the definition of good mommy or bad mommy? You decide.
Author: Jaimie
Baby Brain
Today the thought occurred to me: Are there other people in the world named Oprah? If so, why haven’t I run into a single one? Given this thought, now you’re thinking I’ve been on maternity leave too long, huh…
Bye Bye Birdie
Birdies. We are all about birdies. Chasing more than watching. Jakey knows that eggs come from chickens and that a variety of birds make an array of sounds. A few of his favorites include: Rooster: Cock-a-goo-gooooo Chicken: Buck buck Crow: Caw! Caw! (He spends a lot of time trying to…
Death of a Microwave
Last week our microwave gave up the ghost. It was exactly 18 months old. I’m pretty sure my parents are still using a microwave that is 22 years old… I like to think the microwave lasted such a short time due to overuse as a time-out time keeper. It was…
PDAs
Ever since Jacob was able to see past the end of his nose, he has been highly attuned to PDAs: Public Displays of Affection. Only between Mommy and Daddy. When he was little he would yelp if we hugged or kissed. As he got older, his face would take on…
Hot Diggity Dog
Mickey Mouse is taking over my life. It’s a little fuzzy, but I do remember life before Mickey. Probably about a year ago I was at the Uffs’ house and the older kids wanted to watch some show I’d never heard of: Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I wasn’t really paying attention,…
The New Black
In the fashion world, black goes with everything. Its versatility is infamous, timeless. At our house… “want” is the new black. It burst onto the scene just under two weeks ago, and like that LBD, its adaptability is irresistible. It goes with everything. Everything. I want it. I want this. …
Dinnertime
This morning I was waking-up and drinking my “hot tea” and Jake was playing with his pretend food. Jacob: “Mama, dinnertime.” Mama: “Mmmmm. What’s for dinner?” Jacob: “Breakfast!”
Once Upon A Time
There’s a new phrase on the scene, “I did already.” Its versatility and applicability to almost any parent-produced question is quite remarkable. Q: Jakey, do you want to use the potty? A: I did already. Q: Jacob, let’s go wash hands. A: I did already. Mama, I did already. Q:…
Baby Nake say?
Yesterday was the first time Natesy said something to me. Some little ooh’s and aah’s. As Jake would put it, “Baby Nake say? Baby Nake say? See him! See him.” Hearing Nathaniel’s voice just melts my heart.