Category: Week 1

My Husband Rocks

Dear Darling Husband, I was not having a happy week. I love that you tried to make things better, in your own way, every day … On Monday, you took me out for dinner. I was venting for the whole ride there, but you… Continue Reading “My Husband Rocks”

Need a sitter? Save time! Call …

Although I am not a mom yet, I have started to think hard about the P.E.T.B. Yup, that’s “People for the Ethical Treatment of Baby-sitters.” One of the great baby-sitters of our time, Claudia Kishi While having dinner with Little Sis last night, we… Continue Reading “Need a sitter? Save time! Call …”

Vroom, vroom!

Last night, Darling Husband and I were doing a little car research. We’re trying to figure out what fuel-efficient, budget-friendly piece of metal is going to replace our beloved SUV. Somewhere along the way, it turned into a baby name discussion — doesn’t it… Continue Reading “Vroom, vroom!”

Third time’s the charm?

It’s official: I was not knocked up in August. I pretty much expected this, so I’m not super-disappointed like I was in July. This, of course, means I did not get pregnant at age 25 — which I sort of figured I would be.… Continue Reading “Third time’s the charm?”

The bell (pepper) jar

A couple of weeks ago, I cut waaaaay too many veggies while making pizza for Darling Husband and myself. I decided to pop them into a washed-out spaghetti sauce jar, and toss them in the freezer. Last week, I dug out the jar and… Continue Reading “The bell (pepper) jar”