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…
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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…
Moon Over Charlotte
By Megan On our trip down South last month, we had a three-hour-and-something layover at the Charlotte airport. I know it sounds awful, but it really was a pleasant and memorable experience. That airport has a beautiful, open atrium at its heart, full of shops and restaurants and a plentitude of beautiful Southern sunshine spilling…
Putting Learning in Its Place
By Megan This particular Megan, not FriedOkra Megan, but a pretty awesome substitute, for sure, is mama to two gorgeous girls and is never one to shy away from bathroom conversations. She and her family are making their way back to their home state of Oklahoma after many happy years in Texas. When not in…
Even So, I Did Finally Extricate Myself from All the Lycra and Get What I Went in For
By Megan I popped into Motherhood™ Maternity for what was supposed to be lightening-fast drive-by to pick up some Preggie Pop Drops and a Bella™ Band. Well. There really is no such of a thing as a lightening-fast drive-by in Motherhood Maternity. Their definition of clever merchandising is “pack the precious pouchy-fronted fashions in that…
The View from Here
By Megan Everything. Everything. Is beautiful. For seventy-five percent of every day, this is what I see when I look down. A beautiful, peaceful, slurpiliciously perfect face. But his arrival was anything but peaceful: An emergency C-section in the nth hour with scary decelerations in his heartrate for hours prior, me scared and sick, nurses…