motherhood calling

I was in the zone forty minutes into an “overtime” hour-long workout at the gym. It was my favorite instructor, Amanda, my gym woman-crush (and based on the over packed class, I am not alone in admiring her) and after the day before’s dancing extravaganza it was my happy place. I don’t really ask for muchContinue reading “motherhood calling”

happy sad-a-versary

Two years ago I made a decision that changed my life forever. I know you’re supposed to “live life with no regrets” and “don’t look back” and “everything happens for a reason”, but, this decision I made is something I have thought about pretty much every day since then- that’s 730 days I’ve played theContinue reading “happy sad-a-versary”

most precious

We were at a birthday party on Saturday night, and it was crowded. Very crowded, like the clubs I used to get dolled up for back in my early twenties, except instead of anonymous strangers and a pulsing dance beat, it was filled with a large Italian family we know, all there to celebrate a 2-year-oldsContinue reading “most precious”

top 5 reasons I’m a terrible mom blogger 

I don’t ever make lists  I don’t have a “niche” I have no unique expertise on parenting, except for flying standby with kids. That I know something about I spend more time envying other moms rather than being envied (or presenting myself in an enviable way) I think I’m far too self-conscious to self-promote inContinue reading “top 5 reasons I’m a terrible mom blogger “

we can’t always look fresh

    We waited an hour and a half for this photo. This moment, with Santa. My kids were rockstars in line- and even though my husband and I didn’t plan on meeting Santa during our trip into the City last week, we spontaneously decided to see the Macy’s Santa was worth the wait. AfterContinue reading “we can’t always look fresh”

the most sacred hour

It’s too soon. She can’t handle it. Why, God, Why? For the second time this week, my daughter has skipped nap time. Skipping naptime results in cranky pants screaming over every single thing that doesn’t go her way. Skipping naptime means she screams over things that go her way too. Skipping naptime turns her into theContinue reading “the most sacred hour”