Gifting myself an extra set of hands

Coming to terms with the reality facing those of us who are parents of a generation that will not know life without the Internet.

Mommy blogging, 101

If only those random strangers on Facebook could see THIS post. HOOOOOO!

I’m supposed to be raising money for a half marathon, but I had to do this one first

I’m going to lure you with this innocent picture of Coco into a deranged and diagnosable seven-minute span of my day. Let’s do this.

Really missing her texts with nothing but 20 smiling poop emojis

I hope she’s learning to tie knots, build a shelter, start a fire and how to make mama a hot dog.

Dusk on Durphee Lake

So far Leta has caught four fish, and Marlo has almost dumped the bait into the lake twice that number.

Spring Break 2015

“California here we come, right back where we started from. Pedal to the floor. Thinkin’ of the roar.”

Magically delicious

Whenever my mother talks about how tenacious Marlo can be I say, “That apple didn’t fall far from her grandmother.”

This is an actual disorder, MOM

Grandparents are the absolute worst, I tell you. Awful people, that lot.

This blog about my life

Oh really? A mommyblog? Is that what this is?

Oh two, oh three, oh four

On the occasion of her eleventh birthday.