I try not to do the whole “when I was your age” thing on my kids. Because it doesn’t really have any effect on them. And? It makes me feel old. And that? Is not cool.



But today, while driving down the street, pumping music the way only a mom with 3 kids in a minivan can….which is fairly lame…Peyton had a revelation.



The radio sucks.



This epiphany came when I had to tell her that I couldn’t restart a song because it was playing on the radio and not on CD or the… Continue

My kids like to watch TV. They get that from their dad and me. We have our Tivo set up to religiously catch our favorite shows like My Name is Earl and Battlestar Galactica, Lost and the Closer. We like TV. We know we watch too much of it. We know there are better, more productive ways to use our time, but we enjoy it and it’s cheap and it’s in our house and that’s all I have to say about that.



Peter and I know that our chances of being stranded on a mythical island are slim to none,… Continue

I lost a child already.



When I was 21, before I met Peter, I miscarried a baby that I hadn’t even known that I wanted until the moment the choice was taken away from me. My first instinct was to get rid of that baby, that I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t prepared. I spent days planning to make this inconvenience go away. Then the clarity came that I might never BE ready for a baby, but I had one now and I was going to do my best to be a mother. I told the father. I cried when I told my mom.… Continue

This is so not the post you THINK this is.



Peter and I used to have a nice constant sleeping pattern. I’d crawl into bed and be sound asleep while he passed out on the couch watching Scrubs/Stargate/ESPN. Then he’d quietly make his way to bed at some point in the dark of night, being very careful to not wake me. Thus the peaceful co-sleeping would commence.



It’s been hard adjusting to sleeping without Pete since he moved to Alabama to work. At first it seems like the bed… Continue