Getting Out of Dodge
Thanks to the lovely interweb, it’s easier than ever to inform the world about a change of address. But if you’re like me, you’d rather do the classy thing and kick it old school with the snail mail.
…and Thank You, Doc, For Not Saying Anything When I Forgot to Wax
The one time in my life I was totally dilligent about thank you notes was after the birth of my daughter. I couldn’t thank everyone enough for nine months of love, support, and yeah, the gifts.
Off The Pages and Onto Your Wall
If you’re anything like me, you love looking at children’s books as much as your kids do. Okay, so maybe not the one I have to read fifteen times a day. But I do fantasize about some of the illustrators coming over to my house and jazzing up my daughter’s room.
Now This is the Way to Brag
My daughter is definitely an early bloomer when it comes to artwork. She’s already drawing faces that are a step above a massive scribble fest (if I do say so myself). But there’s only so much you can do with 25 notebooks full of toddler art.
Brag Smaller
I’m not a brag book kind of gal. It’s not that I don’t love showing off pics of my daughter–just ask anyone who’s ever come within six inches of me over the past year–it’s that I don’t need yet one more big thing to weigh down my already overloaded bag.
Sign Your Name To Someone Else’s Artwork
How many of us have wanted to chuck the soul-sucking corporate life and follow our hearts? (I’m raising my hand over here.) Jenni Gaynor actually had the guts to do it.
All Creatures Great On Wall
I have a confession: I’m a complete and total insect-loving mama. I was raised to appreciate the little buggers with wall-to-wall ant farms in my childhood bedroom and fish tanks full of snails in the backyard.
M is for Mandelbrot Fractal Set
There is no law that says that A has to be for Apple and B has to be for Banana. Especially if you’re one of those edumacated households with perhaps a mathematician or a chemical engineer at the dinner table.
For Those About To Be Born We Salute You
When I was pregnant, I spent roughly 400 thousand hours, give or take, looking for the right birth announcements. Nothing seemed to be…me. Not the pink bows, not the pink gingham, not the pink polka dots. And certainly notall thoseducks.
Seeing Read
When a recent trip left me pondering The Complete Works of Shakespeare versus How to Fix The Kitchen Sink as potential beach reads, I realized I had a problem. The shelves in my home library are overflowing with nonfiction and kids’ books, but the fictional reading selections are positively uninspiring.