Bridget Almost Loses To a Plate of Pesto AKA the Birth of Self-Restraint

Lately, I’ve been fighting one cold after another, probably because we just enrolled our daughter in preschool. This is not uncommon for new teachers and parents. Kids are adorable, but a lot like walking petri dishes.  They love to pick their noses and chew on everything, so throwing them together is a lot like opening random bottles at […]

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Why Sitting Up is Awesome

Bridget can now sit up all by herself and is really having fun with it. She lays on her back and pops up repeatedly like a little prairie dog. She must have killer abs. Part of the joy of having children is getting to see the world all over again with new eyes. Most things about the […]

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What Happens to California Babies When the Temperature Plummets below 70

Temperature is a relative thing. I’ve heard tales about mailmen in upstate New York who walk around in shorts when it’s 50 degrees outside. For them, 50 degrees must seem positively balmy, accustomed as they are to Volkswagen-swallowing mounds of snow. In California, that kind of behavior would make people wonder if you’re a couple sandwiches […]

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How To Sleep Like a Baby

It’s easy. Wake up every hour and scream your fool head off. Done and done. We have all been hoodwinked by the phrase “sleeping like a baby.” It’s supposed to mean falling asleep quickly, sleeping soundly without stirring, and waking up fully refreshed. It refers to the glorious sleep of the innocents… The complete slumber that only those untroubled by […]

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My Kids Are Turning Into Cats

As mentioned in an earlier post, our cats like to babysit our children. Since John is gone at work most of the day, that leaves just me and four giant cats to raise the baby monkeys. I’m clearly outnumbered and think my kids are  starting to go native. Case in point: Bridget loves apples (and I […]

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