Mama Says…

Every night on our way to bed, Dave and I whip out our fists and engage in a fierce Paper/Rock/Scissors battle, the loser having to tiptoe into our nineteen-month old son’s room and change his diaper oh-so quickly and quietly. If we don’t change Oliver before we hit the sack it’s guaranteed that when we […]

When I’m not up to my eyeballs in laundry, stepping on half-eaten clumps of grilled cheese and trying to keep my house clean, I’m in my van, which used to look more like a preschool on wheels than a vehicle.* There were enough Cheerios, toys, sippy cups and wadded-up Kleenexes in my van to sink […]