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Happy Meals
Every time my daughter and I go out to eat, we leave behind a disaster area. I haven't had the balls to photograph the crime scene yet (too busy running out the door of the restaurant, shielding my face) so just imagine if the food fight in Animal House took place in...
It’s a Girl!
At Viv’s 15-month check-up today, our pediatrician confirmed something about our child that we’ve suspected for a long time: She’s a girl. Running down a developmental checklist, the doctor nodded approvingly as I listed words Viv knows. “Animal sounds?” Yes. “Body...
Eggs and Beer
We're trying to get pregnant and my lady cycle's been kind of wonky so we decided to pay a visit to our friendly neighborhood reproductive endocrinologist, Dr. Rosenpenis. Not his real name or face. If only. Dave and I had assumed that conceiving a second child would...
Your Baby This Week
When I got knocked up with Viv, I registered my due date with Babycenter.com to receive weekly updates about her development. Throughout my pregnancy, Babycenter compared her estimated size to a fruit or vegetable so that I could better imagine her growing heft. At...
Shoe Story
Moms and dads out there, what’s the biggest thing that’s changed about you since becoming a parent? For me, it’s the footwear. Until I got pregnant, I always wore heels. Some people cover their gray—I make myself taller. A good pair of heels can hoist this barely...
Answering My Fan Mail
To those who voted for Carriage Before Marriage in the Circle of Moms Top 25 blog contest, thank you so much. The exposure has been amazing. Finally, there are people who I have not lived with, slept with or split a pizza with reading the blog. I have fans. And...
The Other Woman
I always show Dave my blogs before I post them. He gives great feedback, plus I want to make sure I haven’t crossed the “too personal” line with him. Considering he was fine with me publishing a play-by-play of our baby-making efforts, he may not even have a line. ...
Bad Seed Tries to Raise Good Egg
I had planned on teaching my daughter good morals and values by example. I wanted to be the kind of parent who counts the change from the hot dog vendor hoping to have received too much just so she can make her kid trudge back and return three pennies. In practice,...
Her Heart Belongs to Daddy
My 14-month-old daughter just took her first real, confident strides across the living room. I wasn’t there to see it. That’s ironic since I’m currently a stay-at-home mom and Viv is usually glued to my hip 24/7. But on the occasion of her grand promenade, I was...