I’ve rustled up most of the items I’ve been wearing lately. Check them out.
He’s a best-in-class parental ignorer, and it’s infuriating.
“Cheating” is for diets. And I’m not a fan of diets.
My husband and brother-in-law trained the past 14 weeks for it.
Maybe the cure is to ask yourself: “Do you need it or want it?” Who am I kidding, that didn’t work for me.
Now with kids, I’m breaking every single promise to myself.
Author archive: Melissa Cruickshank
For me, it’s the spa. For my 2-year-old, it’s time out. Yep, really.
They go away, if slowly and sporadically. Right?
I thought we were raising our kids to be open-minded. Who cares if a classmate is gay?
The evil ones are at the zoo, too.
My sister has switched alliances from Team Melissa to Team Cambria.
It is not the place for a germaphobe mom or a toddler too easily trampled by big kids.
Even this miscarriage.
One of the most special people in my life is my Nana. She’s not my Grandma. In fact, we’re not even related. My parents lived across the street from her and her husband before I was born. As a nurse… »
We realize we aren’t the first moms to complain about the goody bag phenomenon. I am sure we are not alone when we declare that, back in the good old days, WE did not force our moms to give away… »
Before I had you, life was very, very different.
After drowning in snow and ice and everything (not) nice AND being stuck indoors with our angelic children (ahem), here are a few thoughts about the last couple weeks: – We don’t care what you believe in – someone, somewhere… »
I left my sister alone with Cambria for five minutes. Apparently, five minutes is all she needed for a mustache, goatee, monocle and a tear drop tattoo. On a 1-year old. In pen. My sister, whom Cambria (and now the… »
I have joint custody of Cambria. Not with my husband, but with Miss Roxanne and Miss Barb, her childcare teachers. We drop Cambria off at 8 a.m. and pick her up at 4:30 p.m. Cambria goes to bed at 7:30… »
Yes, we are friends in real life.
You know those friends who remind you to breathe when life is crumbling?
I’m lucky to have two of them.
I have it.
I don’t want to look like Beyonce. I just want to fit into my pre-baby clothes.
It never occurred to me that I could have problems conceiving. That wasn’t part of my plan.
With my 20s coming to a close, I’ve had lots of questions about how I’m coping. I think I’m coping better than everyone who is asking me. Come July, my mom will have a 30-year-old daughter. And my friends will… »
It’s only 15 hours and four plane rides away. Awesome.