Because I believe that holidays that mean absolutely nothing should be celebrated with all of the exuberance and creativity of Christmas morning.
Really, I’m just looking for an excuse to eat more desserts.
“I’m sorry [insert personal trainer name], but you know how it is around Groundhog Day.
There are sweets everywhere. Cookies, fruit cakes, figgy pudding…
And with all the stress of the family in town,
Dear Cadence 840,
I’m sorry to do this.
But it’s time to break up.
When we first got together it was hot and heavy.
We were together at least three nights a week.
But I’m just not that into you anymore.
Sure, when I see you over there in the corner, I feel bad.
I really do.
Our little city hosts several fun family events throughout the year – Sunday in the Park, the 4th of July Parade…
The annual Christmas Tree Bonfire.
At nightfall, families gather at the park to watch the city’s hottest firefighters set our dead trees ablaze.
And I literally mean hottest firefighters. This blaze gets so hot, you might as well wear your bathing suit under your parka.
(I imagine the guys that work the “bonfire”
I’d like to publicly thank you for all of Colt’s wonderful Christmas gifts.
Specifically, the megaphone/bullhorn with siren.
We love it for so many reasons.
For one, I find that I am generally more alert now, and I wake up much faster.
When Colt sounds the siren, I actually LEAP out of bed in the morning!
We used to have to walk over to the neighbors to borrow a cup of sugar,
Below you’ll find some of my favorite moments from the past year.
So many wonderful memories!
Thanks for following me on this crazy journey…here’s to an exciting 2016!
There are many blog posts on what to bring on a family beach trip.
Posts like “How to Pack the Perfect Beach Bag in under 30 minutes” and “The Ultimate 10-Item Beach Packing List” and “7 Essentials for A Family Day at the Beach.”
We took our son to the beach the week after Christmas (because it’s 90 degrees in the dead of winter) and I can tell you, all of these articles are…ahem…crap.
Is a terrifying prospect for those of us from Tampa. But if you go on a Sunday afternoon armed with a family scavenger hunt it’s not so bad.
My son is 5, but you could change this up depending on your child’s age (or you could make it an “adult” hunt by adding line items like “local brewery”, “rainbow flag”, “panhandler” and “drag queen.”)
Colt squealed in delight every time he spied something from our list,
With only a few days left until Christmas, it should be the happiest time of the year.
But then you check Facebook to find that your Uncle Fred has called your Aunt Luna a racist bigot, and in response, she’s posted a waving American flag .gif because she’s really more American than he is.
In the words of Ellen Griswold, “I don’t know what to say except it’s Christmas, and we’re all in misery.”
Halloween is my favorite time of year.
It’s costumes, and theater, and dessert – all foil-wrapped into one glorious, gluttonous holiday.
Nevertheless, I seem to be making the same 3 mistakes over and over.
I’m noting them here (in chronological order), so perhaps I’ll know better for next year.
Relax About the Costume Already.
Colt said he wanted to be a green army man.
I just got back from visiting one of my best friends in Chicago.
It wasn’t for any particular reason other than her husband was out of town, and we missed each other.
Taking a trip alone to visit a girlfriend feels different after you’re married and have children.
It feels wonderfully exciting because it doesn’t happen very often.
And it feels terrifying because your plane could nosedive into the Atlantic at any moment leaving your child motherless forever.