2 years ago we realized that writing letters to Santa early was futile because the boys always came up with new requests the week before Christmas. So now we just wait until the last minute. Which inevitably leads to frantic last minute orders for things like “a New York Giants Santa hat” and “a Dolphins football.”  What. The Fuck.  Okay, the Giants hat I can get behind, although why it has to be a Santa hat is beyond me.  But the Dolphins ball?  No one in my house is, or ever has been, a Dolphins fan.  INCLUDING WILL.  So it is categorically unfair to request such an item approximately 3 days before Christmas. Read more...

There’s nothing I dread more than the first day of school eve. And none more so than today. Tomorrow my chicken nugget starts first grade. For the last 6 years, he has been my best friend, my faithful companion on a gazillion adventures, and the source of my happy heart.

Because of him, I know more about the feeding habits and indigenous habitats of 33 species of sharks than I thought possible (seriously, try me – I will school you).

Because of him, I have rediscovered the utter joy of everything – digging giant holes in the sand, visiting every museum, zoo and aquarium we can find, swinging too high on the swings, learning everything you can about everything – Every. Single. Thing. – you see, playing football in the backyard, reading 100 books in bed every night, and sitting on a dock watching the fish jump. He has made me a smarter, better, and happier person. Read more...

Let’s say you’ve had a crappy day. Let’s say you dealt with your second toilet explosion and 2 inches of standing water and…other stuff in your bathroom and mudroom in less than a week.  Let’s say your husband is out of town for the third straight week.  Let’s say you’re allergic to alcohol.

What do you do? You certainly don’t give a rat’s ass that it’s bathing suit season and you down 3 of these in 5 minutes.

Nutella – it’s what’s for dinner. Read more...

Goodnight 6127 Rolfe. We bought you as newlyweds, giddy at the thought of trading in our postage stamp DC patio for a real yard, but sure we would be out in 3 years. Instead, we stayed 9.

We celebrated so much here. We brought our babies home to you. We learned how to creep ninja-like around your creaky 80-year-old floorboards to avoid waking them. We watched them take their first steps, say their first words, and many other milestones in your four walls. We made all of our important decisions in your backyard. Our neighbors became our friends, as we stood in the street every afternoon watching our Rolfe Ave posse play. We loved all the things that gave you character, even if we complained about them. Read more...