It’s a sign. Literally.

Did you know that my boy made this today–all by himself–to welcome his dad home from work?


Yup. I’ll say it: I’m proud.

May such effort and love welcome you all home, too.


Love Wins. And freaks out.

Obviously, it’s a day about a huge victory for love and for LGBTQ rights. I sobbed with joy and tried to explain it to my kids, to whom it has not yet occurred that they can’t want to marry whomever the heck they want. (Current contenders for their spouses are me, Grover, and each other. Apparently they think there is more work to be done). But I am truly gleeful at the ruling, and the positive response to it. Yay, love.

But also, I’m leaving my kids for the first time that either of them can remember to spend three nights in LA with Mo!

Here’s my text to Rocky on the matter:

1 lorazepam
1 large glass of Tempranillo
1 20 minute chair massage.
Trying not to freak out about missing the people whom I almost wanted to kill this morning.

Motherhood is fucking weird.

Poop Day

Today we endured a different torrent here in the Husband Hausfrau household. Das Big Boy has been struck by a (mercifully mild) intestinal bug. Just a couple of incidents this morning and some discomfort tonight, but all in all I have my fingers crossed that this is a short-lived episode.

Of course, it couldn’t happen on one of our myriad snow days. I love keeping him home for cancelled school and holidays, but I hate feeling like he’s missing out on school (I know. It’s preschool. I need to get over it.). But tomorrow he’ll missing Dancing with Jimmy, a special class (which surely has another name, but this is what DBB calls it) with a guest musician/child hootenanny producer, which DBB loves. A small bummer, but a bummer still. No pun intended.

Fingers crossed he’s better for our big date on Saturday!!

But I say, when life hands you diarrhea, make water play!

(Easier when only one of your kids is sick, and he’s 100% potty trained. Remember last year?)



Not what any of you requested for my last week of posts, but to be fair, I didn’t ask for it either.

One Week

Yup. There’s just one week left in this insaneoplatz (that’s a trademarked Husband Hausfrau family words for something completely crazy–please feel free to use it. We really like inventing words in this family) experiment of daily blogging. So I’ve been at it 107 days, with 7 to go. And much like the NICU, it’s been unending, but it’s hard to believe it’s over. Like in the NICU, much has changed during this time, even when it felt like a slog. Three of the four of us had birthdays. One of us learned to talk in paragraphs and poop in the potty. One of us learned to walk on a tall balance beam, and read his first new book aloud (with almost no help) to his elated mama. One of us is killing it at work. And one of us blogged. A lot.
There’s been a lot of fun, a lot of hassle, a bit of struggle, and a lot of joy. And so much love. Between us. From you. With our friends. With our families (shout out to the beloved Gigi and Papa, moral support/babysitters extraordinaire, who make so many things possible.) We’ve heard magical news, and tales of woe. We’ve seen many of our favorite people (like a wonderful visit from Auntie Nini tonight–such fun seeing the kids light up around her!), and missed others whom we hope to see soon.

So, you have my consistent presence for one more week. Anything you want me to write about? Now’s your chance.
Let me know.
And I promise to keep blogging once the 114 days are over. But not daily. No one wants that.

I’m all ears: requests welcome.


It’s my birthday and the Super Bowl and I am happy and tired. Grateful for all the love in my life and for the many of my wishes that have been granted. Thank you all for reading and for your support and friendship.

And yay, Pats!





Of fun. With a few friends this evening. Hence this weak post. But thanks for being my people, people.


Snow Day, Part II

As you’ll see, we repeated some of yesterday’s favorite activities (hot chocolate and red wine drinking, reading, playing in the ball pit), but also added some new favorites (sledding), and some other activities from the list (puzzles, forts). Another favorite game of the moment involves using the the snake puppet to chase the children, having it pretend to eat them, then wrapping the children in a blanket and squishing them to mimic digestion, and then rescuing them by cutting them out of the snake. Rather visceral, and for whatever reason, incredibly amusing.


Here is the fort. The children mostly wanted to crush it, and then get upset when it was crushed. I liked hanging out in there, though.


Puzzle time!


Our first time sledding ever (as a family)! It was a huge hit. Das Big Boy was very into negotiating for more runs. He was less into walking up the hill.


And we’re off!


My three favorites sledding together. Less successful: getting them up the hill. They kept tipping out, but when Herr Husband insisted that Das Big Boy walk, he got up and promptly ran back down the whole hill, such that Herr Husband and Little Liebchen had to sled after him, and then Herr Husband had to drag the two of them up again. I stood at the top and laughed. But I was laughing with them, not at them.


Mouse paint.


The children now have it in their heads that whenever we do mouse paint, they get to eat ice cream because I like to pair messy, pre-bath activities. This meant they got ice cream 45 minutes before dinner. But given that they’re both underweight, I decided it was ok.


Ice cream goatee.


These are the books we read today (I think I’ll start doing this every day, not to post, but to remember). But we did watch our George and Martha and a bit of Sesame Street. I downloaded the George and Martha HBO show (available on Amazon or iTunes), and it is hilarious and awesome. The stories are so short and simple that they form the basis for episodes with more expanded plots, but the show is incredibly tonally and visually faithful to the books. Maurice Sendak, who was a dear friend of James Marshall’s, produced it. If your kid likes the books, I recommend it. I enjoy it for sure.

No school tomorrow, either (early release, so no afternoon programs). Yet another fun and free day for me and the kiddos–hopefully we’ll continue on our hot streak of not driving each other crazy. And tomorrow, we’ll get out of the house for real. I actually had fun being cooped up with them, although my house is absolutely terrifying. My skill/fun level as a mom is inversely proportional to my housekeeping output. I’ve been pretty fun and good these past few days on the maternal front, so my house looks like shit. Ah, well. Better than the opposite. Hope at least something is going right for you all as well, and that you can take solace in it, whatever it may be.