It’s the law that every mom with a blog has to use that title when her kid turns five, right? It’s also the law that I have to make one of these: That’s my girl on each of her birthdays. I feel like I should write about how she’s grown, what a big girl she is, blah blah blah....

Today, on the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of … oh, I don’t know. Her birthday’s on Sunday. This close to Clara Jane’s fifth birthday, I thought that perhaps we had experienced our last poop-related mishap. Her Christmas public crapping would have been an awesome fina...

First of all, thanks for all the LiveFeed votes - we made it to the finals! This means I’ll be bugging the hell out of you for even more votes during the last week of February when Ideablob holds the final voting for the $10,000. There’s free music in it if you vote! I’ll be postin...

Holy crap, make the snow days end, already! All indicators point to a return to school tomorrow and I could just about do the Naked Dance of Glee in the nine inches of snow in my yard. I do love time with my daughter. Absolutely. But frankly, we’re bored with each other. So bored we even took ...

1. I cannot remember the last time I worried that I cannot do a cartwheel or the splits. Really. This occurred to me a few days ago when Clara Jane yelled, “Look at me!” while doing the splits for the first time. That’s awesome! When did I stop caring about being able to do that? I...

I’ve felt it building for a few days, that heaviness in my chest that signals an oncoming depressive episode. It hit yesterday. Brian took over with Clara Jane while I took to bed with my knitting and the first season of Flight of the Concords . It’s hard to feel bad while watching She&#...

I’ve well documented my snake phobia over the years, but I’ll reiterate for newcomers: don’t like snakes. No rational reason why. Like a lot of people. Having a snake-loving kid has forced me to face my fear, because I don’t want to act like a terrified ninny in front of her....

It’s been a mighty busy week. So much so that I’ve hit my quota of human contact for the entire month of January. Not that it was bad human contact. I’m just beat. Let’s see … where was I? Wednesday night, Courtney and I hit Off Broadway for a LiveFeed show with three l...

Dear Holidays: End, already! You know that after Jan. 2, I reserve the right to remove your holiday decorations in any manner I see fit, right? Even though I dearly love the coffeehouse where I’m sitting, if I had a lighter I’d surely be burning the glittery gel stickers and plastics sno...

It’s gone. After two months of near-daily blogging, I’m damn near out. We rung in the new year quietly, sucking up as much quiet, non-parenting time as we could. We rotted our brain with about 289 hours of “House” reruns (even smart television makes me feel like my brains are...