Take it From Me….

There are some lessons you’ve got to learn the hard way. Or at least you’ve got to learn them the hard way when you’re in another culture where you just don’t know any better. It was a warm June day.  I was at a conference.  There were hotdogs. It was hardly a 5 course meal … Continue reading »

Happy Birth/Mother’s Day

My birthday was last week. Mother’s Day is today in the UK. Apparently, the proximity of the two became too much for The Native to handle when sorting out a card from The Duchess because this is what I opened this morning. Amazing. Happy Birth/Mother’s Day to all of you whether you hold your babies in … Continue reading »

Buggy Battleground

I’m warning you now – I may be about to have an unfair rant.  A rant about British people.   British people and their manners. That’s why I’m giving you the chance to stop reading now. Right here.  Especially if you’re British or adverse to sweeping cultural generalizations because in my mind, this does not … Continue reading »

Sucker

We have been back from America for well over a month.  When we initially returned I made a number of allowances for The Duchess during her bedtime routine.  And by routine I mean “bedtime free-for-all.”  (Because that’s the same thing, right?) I blame myself.  I totally do.  But when you arrive in America and your … Continue reading »

Dear Little Sister

Dear Little Sister, When we were growing up, as someone who had 22 more months of life experience, I felt it my duty – no – my God-given responsibility to mother you.   When you were 3 year olds, donning a summer dress, you walked to a neighbour’s house without your underpants on.  I chased … Continue reading »

Why It Means Something

I am bad at blogging. Bad at what is involved, anyway. I am  bad at networking.  I’m bad at taking the time to read other blogs.  I’m bad at building relationships on Twitter.  I’m bad at posting regularly.   I shudder when I think of moving to a self-hosted site, even with a live-in IT … Continue reading »

The Tale of a Pink Potty

Weeks ago we bought a little pink potty to keep in the bathroom.  The Duchess is still quite young to potty train, but we wanted to begin the conversation about toilet training and if I’m being honest, in the deep, dark places of my prideful Mommy heart, I hoped she would be a potty using … Continue reading »

Remembering 20

January has been a weird month for me.  Ever since returning from our trip to America, I have been wandering in this unexpected desert of dissatisfaction.  My ambitions have wandered.  I have gone from wanting to stay in my job to wanting to be a stay at home parent to wanting to open a burger … Continue reading »