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.…

No kissing until you’re THIRTY.

In the three school years that I’ve been attending parent-teacher conferences, the teachers have never had anything shocking to tell us. I see the boys’ teachers at their school all the time, so if there’s anything that they’re absolutely chomping at the bit to tell me, they usually pull me aside for an impromptu chit-chat. So when…

Money, money, money.

Finn is a clever boy, he really is. And I’m not just saying that because I’m his mother. He’s always thinking two steps ahead and has a knack for coming up with easy solutions to problems. For example, there was the time that I was having trouble with the sprinkler in our back yard and…

Nah, you’re not a doctor.

I had to bring the boys to our family doctor for a bit of a check-up today. Before I tell you what “went down”, I must first explain that our doctor has three young kids of his own, so he has a pretty good sense of humor (within reason) and a clear understanding of what little…

UGH! That’s my MOTHER!!

I love Halloween, I really do.  In my books, it’s right up there with Christmas day. I mean, when else can you get completely dressed up in anything that you want to (within reason, of course), spread skeletons and grave stones all over your front yard without anyone getting alarmed or calling the cops, and…