So today, my friend Chris posted this article from CNN.com called “Stop Being a Micromanaging Mom,” and commented that she is the “anti-helicopter mom.” After reading the article, I was glad to see that I, too, join her in those ranks, and rather than thinking of myself as lazy, I know consider myself a parenting EXPERT. It’s...

Sigh. So a Weekly Wrap-Up is pointless if NOTHING IS HAPPENING. And that’s where I am. Stuck right in the middle of stagnant and static. On top of a plateau. Going nowhere, and fast. I’m not even breaking down my three challenges. It’s pointless. But I am over being frustrated. I have a plan! And my plans are always genius and logical and...

Living with all boys (well, boys and a man) means there is a lot of talk about junk in this house. You know, junk. And butts. And poop for that matter. Just basic nastiness at all times. I’m trying to curb this and be more mature about things, since I’ve already been reprimanded by the fact that Declan calls his you-know-what his “weiner.”...

Warning: This post is rated R. I cuss a lot in it. Well, more than normal. If you are offended by bad language, are an in-law of mine or have an ounce of class, I apologize. This is just how my brain works. It has been a week since I’ve blogged, thanks to poor Simon coming down with RSV and a double ear infection, which followed Paul having bronchitis, blah...

Readers: This post is about breastfeeding and boobs. You’ve been warned. So after months of research, tears, pain, sleepless nights and finally, success, I’ve made it a year nursing Simon. Woo-Hoo. In the beginning, this goal seemed almost unattainable. We struggled with my anatomy (to be PC, I’ll say I’m well-endowed up top, follow?), thrush,...

In any battle — from a card game to war — keeping your strategy a secret is key to becoming the victor. You must keep your cards close to your chest, maintain your poker face and always keep your opponent guessing. If you do these things, you can pull the rug out from under them, kick them when they are down, and come out on top, again and again. Except...

Finally, finally, I am sitting down and doing a weekly wrap-up post. I know that none of you care at all if I write one or not (jerks), but it helps me stay accountable. If it was just up to me and me alone to get things done, follow through and be motivated, I am fairly confident that I would be the world’s saddest excuse for a human. I mean, more than I...