Preston's at a point now where he can almost play independently, now that he's sitting up on his own, thank GOD.

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Stuff.

I've recently decided I need a double jogging stroller. No, really! I now live within walking distance of a super popular running and biking trail, and I can just see my Selling The House weight melting off as I pound the pavement in my Lululemon running pants, my ponytail perfectly in place, shoes gleaming white, my shiny Bob Duallie gliding ahead of me. Can't you?

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If the Other Moms Jumped off a Bridge, I Would Too

Sometimes it seems I go out of my way to make parenting and domesticity more complicated than it ever has to be. It happens slowly, this convolution of my motherly and homakerly duties. Sometimes I don't even notice its happening until its spiraled out of control

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Off With Their Socks!

My kids love a book called Baby Knows Best about a baby who has everything a baby could possibly ask for but all she really wants is to play with newspapers, eat food the grownups are eating, and basically have everything she’s not supposed to have. I think they like the book because it’s funny and true

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What Mom Has

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Mr. Real Estate Agent Broke My Heart

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Santa is Not a Mail-Order Catalog

For the past two weeks, I've been at my Dad’s house cleaning it out from top to bottom in order for him to sell it. When I say “cleaning from top to bottom,” I literally mean every closet, drawer, and cabinet — including his attic. He and my Mom lived in this house — my childhood home — for thirty years.

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Memories and Memorabilia

For the past two weeks, I've been at my Dad’s house cleaning it out from top to bottom in order for him to sell it. When I say “cleaning from top to bottom,” I literally mean every closet, drawer, and cabinet — including his attic.

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Memories and Memorabilia