I've read a lot of mommy blogs. In many of them, the moms confess to dropping off their kids at school just on time, or even--gasp! late; where they admit to showing up at school in their sweats; where, in general, they confess to having everything somewhat less than perfectly together each morning....

Friday was a success when it came to Elias versus The Wind. I came to recess. He fought back tears when it started, but I just kept encouraging him and telling him he was fine, look!, he's not blowing away!, what kind of toy do you want later?, and then moving to an arbitrary star rating system. "Ho...

Today just felt like a massive fail. I went out at noon to do a handful of errands, and each sucked in some way. Actually, the bank was successful. I deposited my last BlogHer check, and got Addie a lollipop. That was a nice starting note. Next was the post office. Valerie's birthday was days and da...

This may seem like something I shouldn't be complaining about. It should be reason to rejoice. But it's actually kind of a problem. My baby's poop doesn't stink. Really. She has the non-stinkiest poo I've ever (not) smelled. This is coming from someone who has close to five years of experience in da...

I always feel guilty when I haven't updated in awhile. It's kind of like when you mean to return a library book, and then you forget, and the due date comes and goes, and you eventually feel too embarrassed to even go back to the library because you know they're all judging you, like, Oh look, it's ...

I've heard it said that nothing will help you understand the love of the Heavenly Father for his children better than becoming a parent. Before I had kids, I had the idea that parenthood would induce in me that kind of love; a completely uninhibited, unconditional, unending love for my children. I t...

Winter Storm '09 hit with a vengeance and I wasn't ready. Wal-Mart is packed as soon as they call for a half an inch of snow around here, so I really didn't grasp that we were headed for a disaster. I figured it was business as usual and people were just being silly. Plus, I always have food in my h...

This is what Addie announced to us at 10 last night; jogging into our room in all her delicious toddler glory, no taller than the doorknob: "i need a bitch prize." Jason and I were mid-trading gossip. We both glanced at each other, and I started laughing. "You need a WHAT?" I asked. "bitch. prize." ...

Ah, just the thing you want to hear when you sit down to write an entry: "OHHHHH I PEEPEED ALL OVER MY FLOOR AND MY PILLOW AND MY BED!" Thanks, Addie. You're a peach. (She didn't peepee all over everything. She spilled a cup of pear juice. I wonder how weird the world would be if adults made mistake...

I'm in a better place. Much. I hate fighting and I hate being cooped up in a messy home, and both those situations have changed. Not to mention I got to hold a baby. (Really, there's hardly anything that can't be solved for me if an infant is nearby.) The Vaders came over yesterday for Rock Band. We...