If you’ll recall, my husband is a huge Duke fan. He’s completely brainwashed our child now, too. (To recap: she thinks the Blue Devil is Santa’s best friend and helps bring Christmas presents. Therefore, she sends her Christmas lists to him and makes cookies for both Santa and the Blue Devil. Oh, and the North…
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Who Stole My Metabolism?
I’ve really been trying to whip my ass into shape lately. I’d always heard the hushed whispers about what happens to your body when you hit your mid-30s, but I didn’t want to believe them. Surely those people were just using it as a crutch. Now that I’ve officially hit my mid-30s with my recent…
Easter on the Water
I really should have brushed up on my Easter Bunny knowledge before this year. Suddenly, E. had a million questions on Saturday night — How does the Easter Bunny get into our house? He’s not going to be able to reach the door handle. How does he carry all the stuff for Easter baskets? He…
A Christmas Show
Before I even became a mom, there was one thing I was already dying to attend — a Christmas pageant. Tonight, my wish came true. Behold, E. and her fellow 2’s taking the stage for a stirring performance of “Jesus is Knocking at the Door”: I know it’s very blurry, but that’s probably better since…