Author: Aimee

"It’s here! It’s here!"

That's what Bryan said to me, in the voice of a little gurl (see my post about his vocal affliction) when the package came last night. The package from IzzyMom containing his shiny new coffee mug (I don't drink coffee). The shiny new coffee mug…

And I say this with mucho love.

Bryan's family has German origins. However, growing up, they were the quintessential American family. Hot dogs and apple pie. Completely homogeneous. In fact, the first time he ever had a taco, he was 18 years old.And yes, he did take Spanish classes (like we all…

Becoming Type A-

I have always been The Planner. The Thinker. The Worrier. The Organizer. The Scheduler.But ever since taking my meds for the night terrors (which have been non-existent since January, thank-you-very-much), things have been slipping. In mostly a good way.It is SUCH a frickin' relief to…

Hey! Neat!

I just realized that Oh The Joys, in the middle of her nomination frenzy, went a little extra crazy and put me in for Best Photography Blog in the Blogger's Choice Awards (see the new obnoxious badge under my bio). Wow! I guess I have…

Sugar Crack

Yesterday afternoon I wanted to give both Declan and myself a treat, so I picked him up early from school. We played on the playground for about an hour and then he begged me for some ice cream. It was 4:40 - approaching dinnertime -…

Summer of Love

I can't tell you how many people I know who were born in April. And looking around the blogosphere, I am getting to know a ton more. Apparently, more people than the hippies had sex in July and August 1969.Because I am 37 today! Yay…