There are times where one must leave the hubby in charge.  But, inevitably that means that some learned behavior is going to have to be eradicated.  Spicy Girls love of Farmville was the result of an afternoon with Daddy when Mommy went to get a mani-pedi.  Her ability to sing the latest Lady Gaga tune came after a Saturday morning drive with Daddy listening to the latest pop music count down in between errands.   These may not seem like (...Read More)

I got to the gate safely, thankful that my taxi driver didn’t end up being a psychopath killer since he wore fingerless gloves. I don’t trust anyone, besides Madonna, who wears fingerless gloves (and only her during the Lucky Star period.) Reflexively, I checked my smartphone, which I do every 4.5 seconds exactly when not actively moving. In my inbox, was an email from The Husband sent just minutes ago. A sweet email describing how Elise and Luke were playing, (...Read More)

Poor Milo. He’s a sweet kid (often). He’s a bright kid (when he’s not calling himself dumb). A well-liked kid (though he possesses the social skills of a mud turtle). But he cannot find anyone to consistently play with at recess. He started out this year—first grade—largely alone. The two boys he’d gravitated to in Kindergarten were in different classrooms, which, in elementary school terms, may as well be other galaxies. Kids would say hi to Milo, ask him to (...Read More)