Ian and I already rang in the New Year and no, we aren’t in India. We are just wild and crazy like that. Rather than spending our evening squished among drunk tourists from Portugal, Kansas, or worst*, New Jersey and paying double not only for a sitter but for admittance to our favorite local bar, we went the cheap, er, practical route. We called our sitter at 8:30 this morning.
I grew up poor. At one point we didn’t have a refrigerator. That winter we kept our perishables on the window sill. We are talking really poor. So you can imagine my confusion at the conversation I had last year with the very the mother who raised me this way:
“Gavin needs an iPad. You are getting him one for Christmas, right?”
“WHAT? He’s two!!”
“He knows how to use it and he loves the games.”
She clearly interpreted my blank stare to mean “please continue” rather than “has Steve Jobs been reincarnated and taken over my mother’s body?”
I could talk about baby names and naming babies for days. That’s why I was thrilled to be a part of a recent Huffington Post Live piece entitled “What Happened To Mary?” The segment debated whether the movement away from common or traditional names is a positive trend. I said “go for it!” Continue reading
I’m not over the horrors of Newtown. I know none of us are. But I want to get back to the funny. To the mommy fodder that I need to get out on this blog. Like the fact that both my kids love Rihanna’s song Diamonds, but how my daughter takes that love to another level. While having her diaper changed Chloe loves to put the soles of her feet together in the air making a diamond shape with her legs. This is usually my cue to start singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Although in the past few days she’s demanded a mash-up that goes like this: Twinkle twinkle little star, up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky / shine bright like a diamond, shine bright like a diamond, we’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky. Rihanna would be proud. Continue reading
There have been some amazing discussions, tweets, blog posts, and petitions circulating since Friday’s horrific events in Newtown, CT. I am both saddened and honored to be a part of these conversations.
As a mother I struggle to comprehend this unspeakable tragedy. I weep for those victims and their families. I am grateful for the extra cuddles with my young children. I remain angry at the state of this country that we cannot make meaningful change to end mass shootings. Continue reading