MOMMASAID CLASSIC: The New American Idols Break Our Hearts for the Wrong Reason
Springsteen was playing last week just ten miles from the Prudential Center over at Giants Stadium, the Boss’s home court. And yet Scott and I weren’t there. Instead, we were with a bunch of screaming tweens at what can generously be described as a well attended amateur night.
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: Fudgie the Graduate
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: Fudgie the Graduate
Hats Off to Hope
The significance of my son wearing that particular hat for his D.A.R.E. program graduation, a de facto fifth grade graduation ceremony, was not lost on me
MOMMASAID CLASSIC: The Antidote to Suburban Parenting
Flûte sounds to me like the antidote to suburban parenting. And sometimes, I need that.
Wanna Rock and Roll All Night. Or Maybe After Naptime.
That’s right: It’s a pink KISS T-shirt for toddlers. And it makes me giggle.
It's a Book! Stop Second-Guessing Yourself — Baby's First Year is Here.
My baby is here: Stop Second-Guessing Yourself — Baby’s First Year.
