I was talking to our neighbor/lawn maintenance guy this morning about whether or not our flowers need more water when Caveman came outside in his socks with his toothbrush and something white in his hair. I assumed it was toothpaste. About 3 seconds later Princess arrived on the scene (also in her socks—I suspect this is cosmic payback for the 12 billion times my mother told me not to go outside in my socks) and revealed that it was not (...Read More)
About SarahSarah is obviously in love with chaos, as she has actively sought it since her daughter "Princess" was born in 2006. A cross-country move when Princess was four months old landed her back in the Silicon Valley, where her computer geek husband, Hubby 1.0, could dwell with his kind. In 2007, she decided to go to graduate school, which she’s completing as slowly as possible. When her son, "Caveman," arrived in the fall of 2008, life just got more entertaining. An aspiring librarian, Sarah is often found at story time bribing Caveman to pay attention with granola bars and goldfish. She's also on a quest to find a haircut that requires absolutely no styling and still looks good on those days when a shower just doesn't happen. In her spare time, she picks up toys, does laundry, cooks, checks facebook obsessively, submits photos to "$*%# my Kids Ruined," and organizes play dates with a great group of moms who keep her sane.
My kids have a bad case of PGSD: Post-Grandparent Spoiled Disorder. For those of you unfamiliar with PGSD, it is characterized by a dramatic increase in whining, pouting, and tantrums, a loss of ability to use words like “please” and “thank you” and ask nicely, and the expectation that every whim will be entertained instantly. If your children are suffering from PGSD, you may notice that they express unusual dietary requests, like fruit snacks for breakfast or popcorn for dinner. (...Read More)
I knew when we decided to have a second child that we’d one day deal with sibling rivalry. I knew the day would come when I’d have to be sure to cut things EXACTLY in half and make sure each child got an even number of marshmallows in their hot cocoa. I just didn’t expect that day to come so soon. This morning Princess and Caveman got in a fight over who could sit beside me on the sofa. Flattering (...Read More)
This year, Princess is taking a dance class through an actual dance studio for the first time. In the past, all of her classes have been through Parks and Rec, and they ended the session with a casual performance for parents. Once she showed a sustained interest, though, I thought it was time to move on to a real dance studio. I was hoping to expose her to the arts, develop her sense of rhythm and movement, and entertain her (...Read More)
Mommy time. I’m not talking about that few precious moments of silence that happen during naptime, or when the kids are tucked into bed at night. Instead, I’m referring to the fact that, since having children, I am late for everything. I like to call this phenomenon “Mommy Time.” This drives me insane. I like to be on time. I don’t like to keep people waiting. And, as I tell Princess nearly every school day, “School starts when it starts, (...Read More)