If you were to ask me what I want Ittybit to be when she grows up, I couldn’t really (or rightly) say. I could only recite all the clichés k...

In 1961 ... John F. Kennedy became the 35th president of the United States; The Beatles performed for their first time at the Cavern Club;...

Just two days after father's day last year, my husband (with my help, of course) had himself a son. A boy; the gender than engenders the...

It's been busy, busy, busy here at the casa de la Toyland. It all started last Sunday when we were invited to a cookout for which we wer...

My husband and I are tripping over ourselves trying to out-witness each other with regard to our second child's firsts. (Just try and sa...

My husband and I disagree. Often. About a lot of things. For instance: He likes chocolate-based ice cream flavors while I prefer fruit or co...

The refrigerator is empty. Well, almost. A single snow pea is alone in the vegetable crisper, having somehow managed to escape the thin plas...

The People for Less Unrest in Marriage, an imaginary but incredibly well-organized think tank for which I sometimes find myself a spokesper...

I recently got it in my mind that I wanted to look less like the aging hipster I am and more like *shudder* a grown up. I had a carrot hangi...

"Mother says I can't marry Elias. I have to marry Jacob," Ittybit protests over a dinner of steak and broccoli. My husband...

Any parent will tell you children and sleep are the chemical equivalent of oil and water: they don't really blend well. We didn't st...

Can you have a crush on a baby? Your own baby? Is that weird? Because the way The Champ lights up at the sight of me, and that his first wor...

Whenever it’s Ittybit’s turn to lead circle time at the Marilla Cuthbert Academy for Unspeakably Charming Children there are problems. It a...

I am NOT ready to go back to school. I want to stay right here in THE REAL WORLD. I was reminded of the many worlds we inhabit last weekend ...

I couldn't help but smile as I held the camera to my face and pressed down on the shutter. All I could picture were Willy Wonka's Oo...

The saddest part about growing up is the fact that our sense of wonder changes so drastically. When I was a kid and my parents told me we...

Skype is the Devil. For those of you living happily in the 20th century, let me explain: Skype is a little piece of software that allows com...

TAP, TAP, TAP!!! What time is it? Two Thousand Eight you say? Oh. ... Really? 'Cause after the hoopla at the New York State Museum recen...

When I was growing up I heard the term "Cabin Fever" a lot at this time of year. Usually it was someone trying to describe why the...

I might as well title this one "Many words strung together in a way that will one day — if they ever read this — turn my children a dee...