Today, the crazy came out. I’d say I wasn’t proud of it, but the sad truth is that this is just who I am and maybe it takes experiences like this one for me to finally come to terms with it. ** Disclaimer: article may include affiliate links, which do not affect the price you pay. ** In an effort Read More...

Once a week, my daughter goes to Italian school. But lately, it’s been an uphill battle even getting her into the car. It wasn’t always like this. We once went to class with a smile on our face, jabbering the whole car ride about all the fun things we would do with our new friends. ** Disclaimer: article may include Read More...

When my daughter was 6 months old, we found out she was allergic to eggs. We had done everything modern research told us to do – we introduced all of the major allergens as her first foods, waited three days between everything she tried, and yet we still managed to end up in the ER after our first round of Read More...

My daughter’s first language is Italian. You read that correctly. While that might not initially surprise you, let me explain why it should: I was born in New York (not Italy). My husband was born in New Jersey (also not Italy). Both of us exclusively spoke English for most of our lives. So what exactly happened here, and what drugs Read More...

Brushing my daughter’s teeth is, for the most part, my husband’s job. He takes far better care of his teeth than I do mine, so it seemed like a good idea to task him with something like this. ** Disclaimer: article may include affiliate links, which do not affect the price you pay. ** One night when my daughter was Read More...

Today, I reached the pinnacle of mindlessness. It started off like any other day – I decided to bring B to the library by bus. It takes real effort to miss it because this bus stops directly in front of our house, and yet we still had to run after it, waving our arms like air traffic controllers just to Read More...