I am so overscheduled that there’s no time to fit in getting sick.
1. You will cherish taking a shower, because it's (usually) the only "alone" time you get.
1. You will never be allowed to go to the bathroom alone again.
Little Max started Pre-K this week, and took to it like a duck to water. He loves his teacher, loves the classroom, loves riding the bus. In fact, riding the bus is the best thing about his day.
If it's August (which it will be for the next 34 hours), it must be time for school in Indiana. And so far, at least, we're actually getting into something like a routine.
I wrote a story for Fort Wayne Monthly magazine's September issue about the good folks who work with Blessings in a Backpack.
It's time for some self-serving, shameless promotion: Mom's Night Out is fast approaching. It's Thursday, Aug. 23, to be exact, at Ceruti's on Innovation Boulevard.
If there’s one thing I dread about summer, it’s not the crazy heat, the windstorms or even the mosquitoes. It’s trying to finesse eight weeks of no school.
You know that show, "Breaking Bad"? If you gave my life a TV show title, it would probably be "Breaking Glass," because that's all that's happened at our house lately.
My son, the 4 year old, is a budding nudist. He loves nothing more than to race around the house buck naked, dangly bits flying through the air.