It's our first year with the Elf-on-the-Shelf and we are having so much fun! It turns out that our Elf-on-the-Shelf, Noelle (aka "Elfie," who is a very naughty elf) has a thing for AKALaverne's rather hunkolicious elf, Alejandro. And you can read all about their ...
On Monday I wrote a letter to Santa asking him for things, but after the events of the last two days I'm revising my wish list:
All I want for Christmas is to stay alive.
...So I can be there for my children as they grow up.
Here are 10 places I've either taken the kids, or plan to take them. Some of them, like London - are obviously kid-friendly places to go. But others, like Muscat, Oman (where they love children) and Rio de Janeiro (where there is fantastic music and wonderful ...
Big News! The Momalog is in Travel + Leisure talking Spring Break destinations with some other pretty amazing bloggers - Mannahattamama, The Bloggess, and Scary Mommy! OMG!
Check it out before they realize I'm a nobody and delete me! Hurry!
PS: Can I have a marching band, please?
We didn’t arrive until after nine o’clock because the kids had their school’s holiday performance. When we arrived, the kids were pooped and I was eager to just check in and go to sleep since Fi had to be downstairs, dressed and in full Irish dance hair (!) at 8 AM the next day. When we got to the desk they told us they had given away our room, even though we had a confirmation number, even though I had been talking to their director of public relations about blogging about the experience.
On our trip to Amsterdam with the kids we wanted to stay at an anti-chain hotel, one with character, that’s centrally located overlooking a canal, and that’s very friendly to children. We wanted a hotel that felt entirely Dutch. We found all these things and more at The Ambassade Hotel. I’ve stayed at some amazing hotels in my lifetime, and for me The Ambassade ranks among my top three favorites (the other two: The Balmoral in Scotland, and Waterford Castle in Ireland). The tag line at The Ambassade: ”You dream, you wake up…the dream continues.”
We go to Ireland about once a year to see my husband’s family, and when we do we like to swoop by a major European city for a stopover if we can. This year since both our kids have read The Diary of Anne Frank, and are endlessly intrigued with Anne’s story, we chose Amsterdam. Although I’ve been there before, pre-kids, what a wonderfully kid-friendly destination it turned out to be! Read the Rest »
For a long time I had myself convinced I’d had an idyllic childhood, but by the time I was twenty, the psychological fallout that comes from growing up with two alcoholic parents hit the fan and I was compelled to see a psychiatrist (even though it was the last thing I wanted to do). My despair coupled with epic Technicolor nightmares about drowning and being chased drove me the therapist’s couch. On my way to that first appointment, I said to myself, if I don’t have a big “Aha!” moment by the end of this fifty-minute-hour, I’m outta here.
Well. At the end of that first session the psychiatrist quietly said something so life-changing that in just one sentence, he ripped off the cape of denial I’d hid under for twenty years:
“Did it ever occur to you that the reason you are depressed is because both your parents are alcoholics?”
Yesterday, after I posted my self-indulgent and epic-length rant about how much I despise our ex-pediatric-allergist, a grandfatherly gentleman named George who is a fan of my Facebook page (but may not be now) made a ‘critical’ comment about the post, which he called an article: