I am not a neat freak. I like to ogle at office supplies as much as the next gal, but I can’t for the life of me put their organisational siren call to good use …

My two year old is cutting her second set of molars.
My six year old is cutting her third set of molars.
I am cutting my first wisdom tooth.
You can imagine how fun it is to live …

Little children are filthy harbingers of disease. They are constantly leaking something from one orifice or another, and deposit their secretions on everything they come in contact with, showing wanton disregard for hygiene and manners. …

From time to time, the urge to do something “crafty” with my hands creeps up on me. This is never, as Martha Stewart would say, a Good Thing. Very few of the projects I’ve indulged …

I’m a city girl. The countryside is all right in theory, but it’s also covered in bugs and dirt and more bugs. I happily watch nature documentaries, safe in my dry and (mostly) clean living …

I took all three children out for the day. We rode our bikes into town, and successfully navigated through crowds and across roads without the use of a stroller.
In the past six years of having …

Genealogy. Family history. Just ten years ago, family research was conducted with dusty library file cards and headache-inducing microfiche machines. Little old ladies with bobbly hats would shuffle around, clutching photocopies of birth records and …

For years, if anyone asked me if I had any pets, my standard response was “No thanks. I clean up enough poo as it is!”
The idea of owning a dog would break me out into …

Last night I messed up. I lost my temper with my son, and even though it was his 500th act of defiance that day, my reaction was way over the top. I did wrong, and …

After you’ve run the baby/parenting gauntlet for a few years, not much in the way of strange and useless baby gear surprises you any more.  There is gear for every possible permutation of parent, baby …