> You’ll never guess what arrived in the mail… Could it be? No… Yes! It was! A coveted Real Simple swag bag! OMG! Thanks, RS! I already know what I’m wearing to next year’s Real Simple party (don’t worry- I don’t need an invitation)… (Word on the street is, I’m not the only one who […]
August 17, 2007
>At Parents.com, find out what my older girls brought home with them on the first day of school. It wasn’t pretty. And over at the Nashville Scene, Mommyblogging 101 and homage to blog queen, Busy Mom. The full text of the column is below… Famous on the Internet My friend Elizabeth is the quintessential Nashville […]
August 16, 2007
“Lindsay, what is that?” my dad asked while visiting a month ago. He pointed at my back, where a small brown bump was visible above my tank top. “Oh, that came up while I was pregnant,” I said. “I haven’t thought that much about it.” I paused and looked at him nervously. “Should I?” Dad’s […]
August 15, 2007
>I heard his laughter in the darkness and struggled into semi-consciousness. “Bruiser?” I said weakly, propping myself up on one elbow and peering into the bassinet beside my bed. I got a gummy smile in response. Yep. He was up for good. I looked at the clock and gasped. 5:00am. A new record. For the […]
August 14, 2007
> Yesterday morning, I woke up and I cried. And this was no single-pretty-tear-quietly-rolling-down-one-cheek cry; no, I scrunched up my face and hiccuped and wept and would have even made honking noises, had I the voice to do so. For the fifth straight day, I was sick with a fever, congestion and an excruciatingly sore […]
August 13, 2007
> I know, I know, this is supposed to be the “Blended Family Blog” around here and I’m probably all up in the “New Baby Blog’s” grill with this post, but People, Mah Hair Is Fallin’ Out and I’m Totally Freaking. Of course, I should remain calm and composed; after all, the same thing happened […]
August 11, 2007
> “What was the name of that band you wanted to see last month when we were out of town?” I asked my 14-year-old stepdaughter at dinner last night. “Sherwood,” she answered. “Sherwood?” her 16-year-old sister said from across the table. “Is it Sherwood or Shearwood, like the forest?” “Shearwood?” I asked, laughing. “There’s no […]
August 9, 2007
