So part of being a blogger these days is taking part in giveaways, so I am taking the plunge in the spirit of MOTHER’S DAY!!! Here at Domestic Disturbia, I am excited to collaborate with A Family Village to celebrate YOU or your Mom. We have teamed up with our closest 25 friends to bring you a fun cash giveaway! One lucky winner will win $250 to be deposited...

Shew! What a week it has been around here! Are you guys as worn out as I am? No? Well, shit, what am I doing wrong, then? You all are lazy. Anyway. I am exhausted. This week has been off the chain for me in a lot of ways. First off, I’ve blogged SIX times this week. That’s insanity. My brain hasn’t worked this hard since I took the SAT. For real....

I have declared 2012 as the Year of the Personal Challenge. It’s ME vs ME, and only the strongest will survive! Or get a trophy! Or whatever. Rather than doing a list of resolutions for the year, I’ve decided instead to focus on making myself better in as many ways as possible. I KNOW. How much better can I get? Not much. But I’m going to try. Now,...

OK, I haven’t blogged in a few days, and I’m now bursting at the seams with lots of awesome shit to say. Like always.  I’ve taken a break because A) it was Christmas/New Year’s and I had enough crap to keep me busy, B) both kids have been sick, which is super fun and C) Paul and I have been hard at work redesigning this site for your viewing...

Tonight was Paul’s night to do baths, and as a total coincidence, it was Simon’s first time trying pasta. The fact that I wasn’t in charge of bathing him had nothing to do with me making the decision to just hand over the bowl and let him feed himself. I promise. I wouldn’t do that. Really. Meh, I had to clean up the kitchen afterward, so we...

If you had told me 9 months ago that my boys would be best friends, I would have laughed, and then cried because my third trimester hormones would have kicked in, making me believe that I was ruining Declan’s life by adding a sibling to our family. Or because we didn’t have a full bag of Oreos. Whatever, I would have cried over something. But alas, here...