Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

There’s nothing radical about the statement “I feel less alone.” Nothing radical about “I blog to connect with other women out there.” My God, there’s nothing new about the statement, “My blog is a running love letter to my children.”…

Very unexpectedly this little piggy flew to New York with less than a day’s notice to appear on the Rachael Ray show, while my wee ones flew to the pediatrician’s office for their wee little piggy flu vaccinations. The truth…

My sweet natives are getting restless. So mama’s come up with some new activities for her two, almost three‘s. Clean activities. Good fun that doesn’t involve paint, dough, or not-so-magic markers. What quantifies as a good activity? Sure, there’s the…

"What do you want to be for Halloween Lucas? A spider or a sheep?"
"A train. No, a train track."
"Wait, not a turtle? Do you want to be a turtle or a train?"
"A swimming train."

"Abigail, what do…

Lately I’ve been receiving a lot of requests asking me to share my favorite books for children. Maybe there’s something in the water. I happen to believe, of all the baby gifts we’ve ever received, or I’ve ever given for…

I was driving the radishes to school yesterday, explaining that I’d be going on an airplane to California for two days, when Lucas’s lower lip started to tremble. "No, no, it’s okay. Mama will be back in two days. You…

How not to potty train? Be more immature than your offspring.
"Okay potato bugs, it’s time to go play ‘dump truck’ at home."
 
2 YEARS AGO: Fellow Fat Camper
4 YEARS AGO: Blood and Babies
5 YEARS AGO: Pups…

Phil and I are different animals, for sure. But aside from the fact that we move through life at very different paces, we share a common sense of religion (to what degree we want it to be a part of…