The Costco Bathroom

  There are zillions of things that I love about motherhood. There are countless activities that I adore doing with my three zany monkeys. Visiting the Costco bathroom just isn’t one of them. When you have three boys who eat like there’s a six-foot long tapeworm growing in their bellies, you tend to spend a…

Hospitals are just so…delicious.

  If you’ve had a chance to read my blog over the last couple of days, you know all about how Ro-Ro came face-to-face with our hardwood floor and lost miserably. Well, in a bit of a follow up to that post, yesterday was the big day that all six of his stitches were removed by…

Valentine’s Day is the new Christmas.

Cal has two great loves – drawing and girls. He’s been that way right from the very beginning. Even as a baby, he would flutter his long eyelashes at females and smile in a way that would just make them putty in his tiny baby hands. As soon as he could hold a crayon, he was creating…

Back away from the decorative candles!!

I’ll admit it – I like candles. A lot. I like them dotted all over our bedroom. I like them lining the sides of the bathtub. I like them in the center of the dining table in big, glass hurricane holders and I like them scattered all over my bookcases.  Heck, I’d probably even put one in my car…

Where’s my brain, Mommy?

I was helping Ro-Ro put on his pajamas last night when he suddenly held up his arms and yelled, “Mommy! Stop!!” I jumped back in shock. What just happened? Did I scrape him with my fingernail? Accidentally pull his hair when I was putting on his shirt? Somehow hurt his leg when he was taking off his shorts?…

Mr. Happy and his GINORMOUS temper tantrum.

Yesterday morning, Ro-Ro and I were driving along in our car and chatting about how warm and sunny it was outside. “The sun’s really yellow today,” Ro-Ro commented. “And it’s kinda warm outside!” “Yes, it is!” I agreed, sounding especially perky. You can’t help but feel happy and carefree when the last of the snow has melted…

Apparently, I’m old. And I grunt like Grandpa.

My thirty-fifth birthday is coming up. In the blink of an eye, my mid-thirties have arrived (along with a couple dozen silver hairs and some fine lines around my eyes that turn into not-so-fine lines whenever I smile) and I’m just a hop, skip and a jump away from the big 4-0. Does any of this…

Preschool is so STRESSFUL.

Picking up Ro-Ro from preschool is usually a delightful experience. We have a regular routine and everything. First he comes bursting out of the school doors and runs full-speed at me, usually head-butting me in the gut and knocking me off of my feet slightly (he’s only a whopping thirty-eight pounds, so I figure I’ve got a couple…

Sorry…which kid are you?

When I was growing up, my mother never had any clue what my name was. Okay, maybe ‘never’ is a bit of an exaggeration. She did manage to call me ‘Nikki’ from time to time, so let’s just say she couldn’t remember exactly what she had named me at least eighty percent of the time.…