friday friendly skies to you m’loves. i’m off on a jet-plane to belatedly ring in my girlfriend, jill grogg’s, 30th birthday. the weekend promises laughter, love and diaper changes–we’ll have three infants in tow……six,...
friday happy to you m’loves! no, you’re not still tripping on last night’s portobello mushroom, i’m back for the second time this week. i feel like i’m finally emerging from my self-ensconced, post-natal lair. leaving the house for life...
friday dark circles and breast pump blisters to you m’loves. we are three weeks into parenthood, and cherishing whatever sleep we can get. jones and priscilla, already on nanny-duty, insist on supervising every feed and diaper change. they, too, are grabbing...
so with just a little over two weeks in to this motherhood gig i can attest to the following ultimates: i am the happiest, the sleepiest, the most-frightened, most crazy in love {with baby, husband, + beasts,} and the most fulfilled of my entire life. we’re on...
happy friday-it’s white and gold-goddammit!- to you m’loves. apparently my husband and i aren’t the only ones now in marriage counseling over “that dress.” families and friendships are cracking up all over the country. screw the red...
what is it that they say about best-laid plans? i had a grand scheme for these nine-plus months of uterine hospitality: ~visions of my water breaking at the 41st week, in the gym shower, post record-breaking calorie expenditure in my spin and pilates classes....
