Grace is learning to use the potty.
We talk about our bodies and their signals, and we allow Grace to be naked to encourage her to to recognize them and get to the potty in time.
That’s really just a nice way to try to tell you that we talk about peeing and pooping at my house all. day. long.
I know you’re jealous. It’s a glamorous life we lead over here.
This afternoon, Grace tucked me in (to her bed) and sang Hush little baby, don’t say a word. Now go-o-o-o-o to-o-o-o-o sleep!
I …

I’m pretty sure that Mom, in some language, means a comfy place to nap away Saturday afternoons.

If that’s not the case, my family has been misinformed.

On Valentine’s Day, Joe, Grace, and I found ourselves in the grocery store.
We’d gone swimming earlier in the day, and we stopped on the way home to buy supplies for our heart-shaped pizzas.
Somewhere between the mozzarella cheese and the pepperoni, we passed a display of stuffed animals on clearance.
Who goes to the grocery store to buy stuffed animals?

I thought that homemade snow cones (with real snow!) were a good idea. I was very, very wrong.

“I have worried about you for years, Tara. You have always been so confident and comfortable with yourself that I didn’t think you would ever decide to lose weight.”
My friend, Marjy, is lean and frenetic. We’ve always joked about being physical opposites.
I smiled. “It never bothered me enough to do anything about it.” I didn’t need to explain more than that. Marjy knows that I am lazy and that I detest hard work.
“I know. That’s why I worried. I am so relieved that you are changing your body and your …