I stayed up way too late the other night reading about Sophie Currier.  Don’t know who she is?  Let me fill you in on the basic facts:

 She’s a graduate from MIT and a student at Harvard Medical School.  She’s also a mother of two.  She is about to start a residency at Massachusetts General Hospital, which is ranked as the #2 hospital in the country, or at least it was when we lived in Boston.  She can only start the residency if she passes her medical board tests, something that she tried to do when she was 8 and a half months pregnant.  She failed.  Now she is trying to do it again, this time a lactating mother.  She requested that she get extra time to pump during the exam. 

The Board refused. 

She sued.  And she won.

Let’s hear it for the moms!  Straightforward win for breastfeeding, right?

Maybe, maybe not.

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Well, as it turns out, my oldest came home from school yesterday with a fever.  So the whole skating dilemma was solved.  She was in no condition to skate.  I told her we’d go a different day.  I’ll just buy some wrist guards and pray for the best.

She’s home today watching High School Musical.  It’s her favorite show.

How creepy is it that I am 32 and think Zac Efron is attractive? 

We are going roller skating tonight.  It’s for the school.  It’s a good thing.  My girls are excited about it. I won’t break my wrist.  Right?  RIGHT???????  Maybe I won’t have to strap the skates on.  Maybe I should do it anyway and conquer this fear I’ve had of roller skating for 2 years since I broke my first bone and realized how much it sucks to have a broken bone. (more…)

WHY I SOMETIMES MISS HARSH UTAH WINTERS

In the last 5 days, I have killed 4 wasps, 4 spiders, and 2 mosquitos.  I’m sure if I looked hard enough, I could find some ants to annihilate as well.  Stupid bugs.

WHY I LIKE MARSHMALLOWS

In addition to the puffy goodness, you can build a little Stay Puffed guy and pretend he’s attacking New York (more…)

This post has been blatantly stolen.  I stole it, but somebody else (ok, wbpraw) wrote it.  The end.

So this morning as the kids are getting ready for school, S comes running into my room, “Mom, Mom, Z’s calling 911!” (more…)

I am suffering from a wicked bad case of stage fright when it comes to this blog. Perhaps it is just garden variety “writer’s block”. It could be a combination of both. OR it could be a deep seated neurotic thing. You know, now that I mention it, that neurotic thing maybe could use a little investigation. (more…)

DH likes to run.  So do I, or, rather, I did before I gave birth.  It’s hard to be motivated to get back into it, especially when you have to strategically plan around nursing sessions.  But Dh still tries to go, and frankly, lately that has made me a little cranky. (more…)

Now I can officially decorate for Christmas.  FABU.

Not that Thanksgiving wasn’t fun.  I finally got my stuffing recipe despite my inlaws inabililty to locate it buried in their basement somewhere.  You see, I’ve got friends who are willing to drive around and help me and pretend it’s not a big pain in the butt to do it.  Good friends, you know.  But it’s over now, and there’s no sense in looking backwards.  Onward and upward, I say!! (more…)

This is what I was doing.

The sugar/flour/spice aisle was packed.

Men were standing around, holding pieces of paper, gazing at shelves with dazed and confused faces.

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1.  Buy husband present.   Think about possibility that he might just want a lower credit card bill, and so justify yourself in buying him nothing.  Feel guilty.  Go out to buy him some golf balls.  Can’t pick golf balls - who knew there were all these kinds that were all different?  They’re golf balls!  Go back to wondering what to get him.  Consider sending him out for his own presents. 

2. Buy daughter presents that do not involve previously adored items such as American Girl paraphernalia and Webkinz.  Figure out what she adores now.  Wait until mid-December, because seriously, who knows? 

3. Take back Webkinz. (more…)

Can I just say that Thanksgiving is this week and it is 74 degrees outside?  I couldn’t be happier.   

Also, if you have my stuffing recipe in a box in your garage and you are my inlaws, can you call me and tell me what it is?  What? You DON’T read my blog?  Rude. (more…)

How do you inspire mothers to excellence in motherhood without causing them to become overwhelmed and paralyzed with guilt?

P.S.  This is not intended as a Julie Beck bashing thread.  Please refrain from negative comments about her or her talk.

As Shannon at Rocks in my Dryer pointed out, it’s hard to say if this makes you feel better about Britney Spears, or worse about Heidi Klum.  And my question is, where did Ms. Klum find all the string she was using to hold up them diapers?

My son is sick today.  You can tell by the way he is currently scaling my windows, using the shade draw string as a repelling rope.  Excuse me while I save him from certain death. (more…)

Why can’t I poop on the carpet if I pick up the poop and then put it in the potty?

Why isn’t Maggie eating the little poop? (that apparently didn’t make it into the potty with the complimentary valet service) (more…)

J’s teacher shared some fun websites that I thought I’d pass along.  All of these websites have been visited by teachers, and have the teacher stamp of approval.  We have perused a few ourselves, and they have been really fun! Enjoy! (more…)

There’s nothing like having to pay to wash your clothes to make you hate your wardrobe.

Stupid wardrobe. (more…)

Wanted:  A baby sling that does not hurt your back!  Come on, ladies.  Bring it. 

Prove it.   It’s the Heather Campbell Personal Essay contest over at Segullah, y’all, so get those brains in gear, and come up with something good for us to read.