By Megan My family had a reunion over the weekend, but the husband, kids and I weren’t there. We’d been planning on making the 10 -13 hour drive down to South Carolina from the Chicago suburbs for the event for almost a year, starting way back before we’d met our baby son, Peabody, whose head…
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Nine O’Clock and All is Not Well, But It Will Be
By Megan I’ve been praying for a week about this day – just leaning on God to give me what I need to do what needs to be done for my little family from hour to hour on this, my first real, serious day as a mother of two. And as long as I haven’t…
My Knight in Shining Wingtips
By Megan I wrote this post for FriedOkra back in the summer, before Peabody was born. I was all-kindsa pregnant, all hot and cranky and clumsy and OVER IT ALREADY! It feels good to look back on this afternoon and remember how my husband helped me transcend all my little issues and discomfort and be ethereally…
Decision ’08
By Megan I’m hearing nigglings of some major election comin’ up here soon. What’s that all about again? I can’t keep up with current events right now, are you kiddin’ me? I don’t remember what month it is most of the time. All I know is, I’m writin’ in Martin Sheen. (Mostly because I think…
Planning the Work and Working the Plan
By Megan Have I told y’all that before I married Al, we worked together? Well, we did. And having worked together for a decade in various capacities has, as you can imagine, had a somewhat significant impact on our married life. We can, when we step back and choose to, employ the tactics of working together that…
We’re Just Two Crankypants Ships That Pass in the Night
By Megan My sweet husband and I are fast becoming strangers, as we’ve divided up a great deal of this phase of double-parenting into shifts, and in those minutes when one or both of us aren’t occupied wiping or soothing or feeding or playing Candyland, we’re both completely beat, cranky and don’t have another ounce of energy to meet one another’s needs. And I know we should…
I Didn’t Make the Cake
By Megan I called my Mom earlier this week, just as she was wrapping up a luncheon she hosted for a couple of her friends. Mom entertains often and always does it up Martha Stewart-style with fabulous all-homemade food and decorations perfectly arranged around the appropriate seasonal theme. If y’all’re going to lunch at Mom’s, you…
She Also Does a Very Convincing Frog Face
By Megan For those of you who read me over at FriedOkra, I’m sorry to be slappin’ another retread on y’all, but as you know, Mr. Peabody’s in the throes of his six-week growth spurt, and if you’ve ever tried to nurse an angry 30 gallon shop vac until it was full, you know what…
Just An Extra Tick or Two in the Tens Column
By Megan This past weekend Al and I both celebrated our birthdays. (Why thank you!) We do it that way every year because we seriously love efficiency. And also because we were actually born a day (and a few years, jab jab) apart. And we’re OLD. Some might even say we’re too old for these ittybitty little…
While My Computer Gently Weeps
By Megan Wouldn’t y’all think writing a post on the topic of parenting’d be the easiest thing in the world for a woman in my position? I’ve got a peppy, way-too-clever-and-articulate three-year-old and a 5 week old baby boy who’s already got little fat rolls on his chubby little thighs and has suddenly found both…