I’ve always marveled at celebrity features in magazines that profile what the latest It-Girl has in her purse. Yeah. Like those are not staged and concocted with neat-and-clean precision and product-placement. I wish I had those same stylists…. You wanna see what’s in my bag? Might as well look in a garbage can. My picture…
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Double Strollers: Hell on wheels.
Double Strollers. Ugh. (Need I say more?) The fact that I’m even in the market to purchase a double-stroller is contrary – and borderline devastating – to everything I’ve thought and believed in up to this point. True, I pride myself on not making a big deal out of baby-chaos and moving along with life…
30 weeks what?
Holy Mother. How the eff did I get to be almost 8 months pregnant (again). I just did the math and was horrified. My heart literally stopped for a second and I gasped. And then I saw my emerging mini-double chin (in the video below) and really gasped. No wonder I’ve been feeling tired. And…
My obscene New Year’s card.
I’m starting 2012 with a bang. In an effort to add spice and humor to an otherwise sweet-but-ordinary ‘happy new year’ card, I may have jumped the grid just a little bit. The front was fun and family-centric… But the back was… well… those of you who got one know what I did. THE FLIPSIDE…
So maybe I deserved the semi-pervy Santa?
Yesterday was a superb showing of how cranky and irrational I can be. I was stuck at my house all day (doing housewifey-mommy things that inevitably drive me stir-crazy) and it just wasn’t jiving with my need to do something productive. I could’ve blogged or organized a drawer or something, but acting pissy seemed like…
How to fabulously save face when your baby splats your Starbucks all over Crate & Barrel’s showroom floor.
The scene: My latest fave home store Crate and Barrel and me, a squirmy baby girl and a stroller with way too many shopping bags looped around the handles. Everything was civilized and dandy until LadyP started screaming for me to get her OUT of said stroller ASAP. (ASAP MOMMY! NOWWWWW!) Fine. This wouldn’t be…
Thanks to my hubby & baby, I now wear this unfabulous piece of equipment.
Although I was warned many, many months ago about the impending stench of LadyP’s diapers once she started eating real solid food, I had no idea what I was in for. Can you say toxic waste? What used to be ‘no big deal’ has now turned into a huge ordeal that I dread several times…
