First of all, this title has nothing to do with the post other than the fact that the post is about taking my deux-year old to "get shots"... I set off to write a very different post than t...
I am not a morning person. Totally embarrassed to admit this but I typically dont get out of bed until 8:00 am 8:30 most mornings. Sometimes as late as 9:00 9:30. AM. (And I say this because theres b...
Okay. So. Remember back in January when I threw a fit because my Mirena was making my hair fall out? Okay so it wasnt just my hair. I was also dealing with a dead libido. (Non related: I still confus...
Yes, its true. Im a proud mother of four these days. Sort of. Fable does most of the care taking around these parts and even though by days end I always seem to be clutching her babes in ...
Yesterday I ordered Archers school uniforms for kindergarten. I was a mess of emotions and not just because "my baby is growing up." I never thought Id be the kind of parent who sent my kid...
Ill be honest, I wasnt looking forward to summer. Ive never been a fan. The heat gives me migraines, not to mention rashes and bacne but beyond the superficial obvious, I only just recently mastered ...
Last week, for Hals birthday I bought him a cake. Archer and I went to our favorite local bakery, picked a cake from behind the glass display case and drove it home slowly as not to damage the expert...
Yesterday was technically Archers last day of preschool and I sat all day at my desk with poopy-stomach trying to wrap my head around what it means to see him off at a new school, introduce him to a ...
Every night Fable takes her bottle. She curls up next to me, puts her hand against my face, eyes rolling back in her head and sucks away. She does the same thing before nap every afternoon. And occas...
The other day Hal texted me a baby name. It wasnt totally out of the blue - wed been discussing for the past few months our want for a third child someday but it always felt more "I love you SO ...
As many of you may know, Katie Granju, a fellow blogger here at Babble who pens the blog Live/Work lost her eighteen-year-old son this week. His name was Henry and he loved to play guitar. Please dir...
Last Sunday we celebrated Archers 5th birthday. We celebrated in our backyard with dozens of our closest strangers friends - AKA Archers entire preschool class. And also other people that are friends...
This summer we have plans. And by plans I mean classes/lessons/extracurricula r activities. Trouble is? I think we may have booked too much. Or maybe not. I have no idea actually. In the past we...
We have a backyard now. Im literally sitting in it as I type this. With a cup of coffee as Fable naps away in the room she shares with her brother. I am here. Outside my office. Listening to bi...
Recently, my favorite coffee shop closed. I had been writing there since the summer of 99, when I first moved to Los Angeles. It was as much an extension of me as any place Ive ever been - my o...
The last time we moved Archer was five-months old and Fable didnt exist, which, can we just talk about that for a second? How crazy is that to think about? Sometimes Hal and I rock back and forth on ...
Ever since my collection of Mirena/IUD posts I have become a bit of a poster-child for Anti-Mirena, which let's be clear, I HATED mine. But I'd also like to reiterate what I've said in th...
*Updated, below* Last week we fell in love with a house. We'd been looking for several weeks, even months - close to a year of scanning and scoping, searching and book-marking, touring and open-h...
Last Thursday Fable started walking. She stood up and walked down the hall. Walked down the street. Around the block. Walked and hasn't stopped since. I'd been reluctant to say anything...
I have a confession. I'm afraid of dining out. In a restaurant. With the kids. It's a strange phobia and totally unlike me (who is very pro exposing-my-kids-to-everything -rad-and-intere...
On Tuesday Fable will be seventeen-months old and, most likely, not yet walking on foot. She knows how to walk. She walks a few steps on her own, every day, but for the most part? She walks on her kn...
I've written about my ginormous breasts before. About my two breast-reduction surgeries. About my issues with body image and plastic surgery. And nursing after redux. But I've never gone into...
Last week I went and had my IUD removed. "How long have you had it?" the nurse asked, taking my blood pressure. "Just over a year." "Ah, yes," she admit...
First off, I'd like to thank all of you for being so totally amazing - open and willing to get all TMI on my (and everyone else's) ass. It is beyond refreshing, rad and totally gush-worthy.&n...
Okay, so I think I hate my IUD. I realize this is contrary, perhaps to my earlier posts about loving how easy .... loving that I have no period... loving that I don't have to take a pill... etc, ...
Archer didn't walk until he was seventeen-months old. At the time, it seemed serious. Worrisome. All the other kids we met on play-dates and park slides were walking much earlier. &quo...
Ten years ago, I was celebrating The Millennium with my boyfriend-at-the-time, high on drugs at a warehouse rave in St. Louis, via his hometown of Springfield Missouri. I was eighteen years-old, fres...
Now that we've fully embraced Christmas as a family, I thought it only fitting that I get a cute photo of my kids in Santa's lap Archer and Fable meet with Santa, so last night we just did th...
So after all the hair drama, Archer decided, over the weekend, that he was quite over not being able to see. "Are you ready for a haircut?" I said."You'll be able to see, aga...
When Hal and I first got together/pregnant/married (because it all happened, pretty much on the same day) we discussed whether or not we would raise our unborn baby Jewish. To Hal it was import...
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