10 Signs You Drive A Parent Car

vacation car

All parents do it. It’s a right of passage. You pop out the kids and you buy the dreaded parent car. No matter how much you want to, you’re not cramming those chilluns in that smokin’ hot Audi AR8 Coupe. Whether you’ve done the obligatory SUV or gone balls-to-the-wall minivan (pimped out, no less), you’re rollin’ like a really old homie. Worse yet than the kind of car, however, is the inevitable downfall of said vehicle. No matter how hard {Read More}

A Letter To My Son On His First Day Of Kindergarten

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Dear Finn, I laid awake much of the night last night, thinking of your first day of kindergarten. In the vain of my most neurotic self, I worried whether I had done enough to prepare you for such a momentous day. I bought flashcards. We talked endlessly about meeting new friends and learning new things. And, yet, as I was reading you The Kissing Hand, as recommended by your teachers (and a gift from your grandma and grandpa!), you plugged {Read More}

The Case For the Parent/Grandparents

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Everyone jokes that the best part about being grandparents is that they get to do all the fun stuff with the kiddos and then drop them off when they are tired and grumpy. While this rings true to a certain extent, they are so much more than that. Granted, I’m one of the lucky ones who has my parents nearby but the ways in which they have shaped my kids into the wonderful, little boys they are have truly blown {Read More}

“B” is for “Bow Chicka Wow Wow”

forrest hump

Let’s talk about sex, baby. Let’s talk about you and me. Every once in a while, I’m sure my husband cringes at the fodder for this blog, and I can guarantee this will be one of those times. But here’s the honest to God’s truth. Sex falls on my list of priorities somewhere in between the bottom and rock bottom. Ain’t nobody got time for that. I’m so exhausted most days, and I’ve only got two kids. Add two needy {Read More}

Breastfeeding in Public: Tits About To Get Real Up In Here

Oh man. I hemmed and hawed about doing this. HEMMED and HAWED. Is there a more polarizing topic of motherhood than breastfeeding? Those who staunchly believe in it tend to look down upon those who don’t even try it, or those who give up too easily. And those who choose not to hate the guilt they feel for not nursing. It’s an impossible situation. While most people believe that it should be up to the mother’s discretion, there are a {Read More}

First Family Vacation: The Illusion Vs. The Reality

Wally World

Since coming up with the “LoveButBlog” for the name of my little project last year (I LOVE my family BUT…), I’ve come up with several alternative names. There’s not much I can do about it now. Hindsight is 20/20 and all that. But the one that sticks with me the most is “Welcome to the Shit Show,” which is actually what I entitled the photo album from our first-ever family vacay. We’ve gone on several trips to visit relatives with {Read More}

Officially In the 40s (Boo!)


41 sucks balls. That’s all I’ve been thinking. I’m a holiday and birthday junkie and usually milk my birthdays for an extended period of time that my husband has dubbed “Marnie Gras”. Even the momentous 4-0 last year was exciting to me, as I had big, big plans for that one. But this birthday means I’m truly in my 40s — 40s!!! I listen to Howard Stern. I know the implications. For the first time in my life, I wanted {Read More}