Prison Break: A Halloween Story

We have a Superyard. If you’re lucky enough not to be intimately acquainted with its form and function, a Superyard is a plastic fenced area for your home in which your child(ren) can play safely. We put the babies in the Superyard for varied periods of time each day. If we did not engage in…

The Scariest Halloween Ever. EVER. A Mad Lib

We weren’t allowed to go in the nightclub and we really didn’t want to—it was greasy and hot, and smelled like spray tan. The steps leading down to the dance floor were covered in glitter, and there was a huge bouncer  next to the door. It felt slimy and we wanted to leave. We tiptoed toward the bouncer, two steps at a time, ’til…

Cork Face: A Guest Post by The Mrs.

Sandi writes about cheapskatery and housewifery on her blog The Mrs. She’s the mother of a three-year old, an eighteen month old, and a T-minus four-month old, and worries that she might be crazy. Obsessed with food and spreadsheets, she works full-time as a financial advisor but hopes sincerely that her next maternity leave will be her…

Tissues and Tylenol

Funny thing. The past month has been particularly dreadful, for a host of reasons, topped only by a family-wide illness and my laptop squealing, then failing, in my lap. There is a significant upside, though. A very unexpected one. My family’s bonding. I know what you’re thinking. How could we have gotten this far and not…

The Sanctity of Sick

You know that feeling when you’re coming down with a cold or a virus? The fatigue, the scratchy throat, the sneezing, the headaches? The general malaise?  The symptoms that you repeatedly question and ultimately attribute to something else? This is happening to me today, except, like most instances I can fondly recall, I can’t savor…

The English-to-Man Dictionary

They say marriage is an intimate dance between two partners. It is. It’s the Chicken Dance. Drunk. In heels. They also say men and women think differently, as if it were some sort of a myth, or something we need to fix. Well, it’s not. And we don’t. We just need to know how to…

Saturday Night’s Alright

We were lucky enough, this past weekend, to have an entire two days to ourselves. No kids, no cats, no diapers, no bottles, no grubby little fingers. Just us. After the few weeks we’ve had, it was more than overdue. Plus, we hadn’t had time alone since July 2010, when I was six weeks pregnant…

Wilton Review & Giveaway

Over the weekend, I had the great fortune of doing some fall baking with Wilton products. I’ve always had excellent and consistent results with Wilton, so I was excited to try the Dimensions Multi-Cavity Mini Pumpkins Pan. This pan makes 4-3D pumpkins, complete with leaves, a stem, and a winding vine. Adorable, right? What did…

Damn You, Anne Geddes

I’ve been under the mistaken assumption, for the greater part of eight months now, that my twins would provide our home with a warm glow of twintasticness, entire days slipping by as we gazed in awe of their adorable antics. I was nearly certain we’d spend all our free time taking pictures, cooing, and posting album…

A Few Reasons I Don’t Really Miss College

As I was driving my children to my parents’ house yesterday, I noticed on the highway a compact car, five deep with Brown freshmen. It was obvious because he had a giant “BROWN” sticker on the back window, out-of-state plates, and each of the occupants had fresh pimples. Plus, the driver had no idea where he…

This Post Brought to You by, Well, You. Your Questions Answered!

Here are your 10 questions, in no particular order. Hopefully I’ve answered them to your satisfaction! Do you keep your twins on the same schedule? Did you work around other child’s schedule or base your child’s schedule on the twins? – Chantel at Momof8CrazyMonkeys Ah, schedules. I love them and hate them. My son is almost…