Confessions of a Twin Mom. Or Really Any Mom: The things they don’t tell you in prenatal class.

If you’re reading this blog, chances are you already know me.  On the slim chance you don’t, this story works a lot better if you know I have identical twin girls.  Adorable, sassy, brilliant twin girls.  It also involves poop, so if you’re squeamish, you might want to take a pass on this one.  Anyway, as a mom… Continue reading Confessions of a Twin Mom. Or Really Any Mom: The things they don’t tell you in prenatal class.

Dad-bod = Dad-bold

Confession time.  I’m jealous of the Dad Bod.   I came to this starting revelation as I was strolling out of the office recently , headed home (and inevitably, exhaustedly to the gym, thanks to all the holiday candy I’ve been pilfering from my kids).  One of my managers made a smiling comment in the… Continue reading Dad-bod = Dad-bold