Love is a Battlefield

Babygirl does not want your help. She does not want your help with her zipper.  She does not want your help pouring the milk.  She didn't ask for your opinion about whether those shoes are appropriate for school.  And she sure as hell doesn't want you brushing out the nest that is her hair in the morning. She wants many things: hugs, treats, your undivided attention at all times and it doesn't count if you're not watching me with both your eyeballs.  But if it's help you're peddling, you'd best move along, because she's not interested. Like right now, for example: I'm typing, and ... [READ MORE]

Happy Happy Joy Joy…Tears

Me, roughly 11 months pregnant with Babygirl, entertaining LittleMan at his 3rd birthday party.  Note how much fun we appear to be having (I think my husband was still looking for a parking place).  Also: that playground looks like a prison.  Also: San Francisco in August. The last week of August is a doozy in our house.  One wedding anniversary (my husband's and mine), one Babygirl birthday, and one LittleMan birthday: all rolled up in a ten-day extravaganza of cake, wine, presents, presents, a few more presents, perhaps a brownie or two, anticipatory sleeplessness, and joy.  And a martini. ... [READ MORE]