The only way I get around to brushing my teeth is to have a second toothbrush and toothpaste downstairs next to the kitchen sink.

Holding a preschooler's hand across the parking lot while carrying a car seat and several bags? Requires one more hand than I have.

On the day that I bought Goldfish for snack, and C brought Gordon the Giraffe for Show and Tell, the letter of the day is F.

Law and Order really is on 24 hours a day.

After a few phone calls, I have determined that Curious George paper plates, napkins and birthday party favors are not to be had.

My baby girl smiles, and is starting to guffaw when she sees me. She also sleeps 7-8 hours a night, and naps in her bouncer with calming vibrations.

The bouncer's battery is dead! Mayday! Mayday!

My poem order of things, which I submitted some months ago, was rejected by Literary Mama... but I was a finalist!

I am really bored with writing about baby, kid and mother stuff... but I can't think of anything else to write about.

R and I are having a real live date tomorrow night.