The kids are grounded. We’ve never actually done that before, and I’m still not sure we’re doing it right. Because in my mind, “grounding” means you’re stuck in the house except for school, and generally isolated from anything fun. It … Continue reading 3+ME: Say what you mean. Mean what you say.
Being an Adult With Kids can be magical. Really, it can. Some days, your miniature humans can make any day feel like a weekend, a carefree space full of innocence and fun. You can almost picture playful little unicorns leaping … Continue reading 3+ME: Not all unicorns and rainbows
You know how some dogs get scared when there’s fireworks?
Well, two years ago, that was me, as terrified as a puppy on the Fourth of July.
Ah, another glorious piece of plastic in my wallet. I’ve been meaning to get one for months, and finally took the plunge last week.
A library card in our “new” town. (Realize we’ve been in our apartment for over a year. I procrastinate.)
Couch. Coffee table. Fog machine. Disco lights.
If you took a tour of our apartment’s living room recently, these are some of the things you’d have seen.
It was a Sunday, and I woke up at 6:30 a.m. The jetlag from the honeymoon still hadn’t worn off.
But awake or not, I had no intention of getting out of bed.
The wedding happened. Leading up to it, I was excited, but also a little scared. What would my fiance’s kids do?