Archives: Savvy Stories
Our Mother In Law With A Mullet Makes Our Thanksgiving Authentically American
TweetDisclaimer: I love my Mother In Law. I really do. She does not know that I blog. In the event that she finds my neck of the woods in this little space of the Internet, pray for me. My husband is a half-breed. American and Canadian. My Mother In…
Feel Good Friday: The Failure Edition.
Someone asked me the other day how I was teaching my kids to be resilient. The blank looked on my face forced them to explain further. How was I teaching my kids to fail and to keep going? Huh? Fail? I am teaching my kids no such thing, avoid failure…
In Which I Was The Nut: Learning About Food Allergies.
Last week I was the jackass that sent peanuts to school. And it happens that both my kids have nut allergic kids in their classes this year. Fantastic. Thankfully the kindergarten teacher caught the offensive peanut M&M’s before an epipen…
Cheating On Breakfast.
Confession: I’ve been skipping breakfast. I know, I know, it’s awful. I’ve only written 1400 posts about the importance of eating breakfast and here I am not following my own advice. Here’s my list of excuses: I am not hungry,…
Feel Good Friday: The Twitter Edition.
Sometimes you need people. And sometimes there’s no people around. Where do you go to get the camaraderie and friendship you need for a dose of feel good? You go to Twitter, that’s where. Yesterday I woke up determined to make it a great…
Real Kitchen Real Mess.
I don’t have one of those fancy never used kitchens. Every bit of my kitchen is in use, nearly all the time. Messes happen. Lots of freakin’ messes. I started with a dozen eggs, I had 2 left. Big mess. This post is linking up with…
Feel Good Friday: The Lazy or Bored Edition.
Leslie lived one street over from me, we met on the school council, did some volunteer work together, we were friendly acquaintances. Then we friended on Facebook and now we are besties. The sad part is she no longer lives one street over from me, she…
When you miscarry
Yesterday, a girl I don’t even know miscarried, and it’s all I can think about. She’s not a friend or collegue, I don’t even know her last name, but when I heard her story through the grapevine it brought back every memory of the day I found out that…
Why the Mom of the Year award is never going to me…
Ah. Mom of the Year I am not.You know, I think some moms out there really have it together. They really do look good and feel good and make the right decisions all the time (with the help of a chef and personal trainer and team of nannies, I would guess).
Life With A Boy
Z is 2.5 years old. It’s interesting raising (two) boys when you’re a girly girl. The conversations, the things that are funny, the way they play…all different from anything I’m familiar with.For example- a normal, everyday conversation with Z:Me:…