Well, I can kiss my dreams of quitting my day job to become a full-time mommy blogger/Today show contributor goodbye, because I am clearly unable to juggle two children and a blog with four loyal followers (love you guys!). But hey, I'm not going to beat myself up about it, because I am the new-and-improved relaxed Jaime now.  (Can't you tell?) In all seriousness, I learned a valuable lesson after I allowed our first big holiday (Thanksgiving) to totally stress me out.  Late that night, as I sat in the darkness feeding Babygirl, enjoying the solitude after a crazy day, I realized I had ... [READ MORE]

Laundry List

Here is a true story: it is approaching 11pm on a Friday night during the Christmas season.  I am nursing a (very weak) eggnog and brandy, listening to my dad's "Chrismix Vol. II" on the CD player, basking in the glow of the tree...and folding three loads of laundry...and blogging about it. Here is another true story: it has been over a month since my last post.  This is a new low.  And believe me, I've written a hundred blog posts in my head.  But there is simply NO TIME (as evidenced by the scene described above) to get them into the laptop.  Such is life. To give credit where credit ... [READ MORE]

Oh, We’re Just Passing Through…

In honor of Babygirl's arrival I have switched back to part-time work, and though my maternity leave officially ends after Thanksgiving, we ratcheted Babyman down to part-time daycare on November 1.  Which means, of course, that yesterday was my first full day with two children, on my own. I'll kill the suspense here and tell you that it went really well, and I feel with some confidence that I can do this.  (Though it also bears pointing out that in doing this I will do little -- read: NOTHING -- else.  I will not read the paper, I will not watch the news, I will not download the new ... [READ MORE]

The Babes and the Boobs

As mentioned in my previous posts, shortly before midnight on August 28th, my husband and I welcomed a daughter into our family.  We had kept the gender a surprise and were both prepared for another boy, so when she emerged a little girl there was much joyful weeping and disbelief, followed shortly by a staggering parade of pink cotton clothing.  YAY! She is, of course, perfect.  Round head, little nose, all those tiny fingers and toes...and the simple fact that every night since her first at home she has slept at least one 5-6 hour stretch has us convinced that she is, in fact, made of ... [READ MORE]

Statute of Limitations

We live in a doorman building, fairly unusual in San Francisco, which allows us to do a great deal of retailing online because there is always someone to sign for packages.  My favorite website on earth (and I'm totally serious, I can't say enough good things about it) is  Four words: free next-day delivery.  Heck yeah!  Oops, I'm almost out of diapers!  Order by 6pm and by midday the next day, there's a case on my doorstep.  I try not to abuse this service and order in bulk as much as possible for biological-footprint reasons, but it's nice to know it's there in a pinch. Well, ... [READ MORE]

And Then There Were Two (or is it four? or two-on-two?)

About ten days after the arrival of Babygirl on August 28th, I found myself in the kitchen at 5am, baking cupcakes for Babyman's birthday celebration at school while Babygirl enjoyed her post-breakfast snooze in her bouncy chair.  The morning unfolded with the usual parade of lunchboxes, 3-year-old negotiations for more playtime/Sesame Street time/book time, the great wrestling match that is getting dressed and putting on sunscreen -- interspersed now with all the breastfeeding, diaper changing, soothing, burping and so forth that accompanies a newborn. By the time the family stroller ... [READ MORE]

There’s a McApp for That

In my last post I mentioned that we had recently returned from our summer vacation.  Oh, Tahoe time!  What a wonderful week. It was touch-and-go there for a couple of days.  A week before our trip my husband went to get the car washed and found it in its parking space a few blocks from our apartment, hood crumpled from a collision, with a cryptic note bearing a bum policy number and no name.  Needless to say, we were on the hook for the rather extensive repairs to our dear old '98 Dodge Stratus (aka The Stratus Symbol) and the garage called at the 11th hour to let us know it probably ... [READ MORE]