Yo! Crochet, Crochet

Yo! Crochet, Crochet

The Yo! Gabba Gabba infatuation has reached a fevered pitch in my household, as my 19 month-old can now say “DJ Lance Rock” better than she can say Grandma. Which is no slight to Grandma. In fact, Grandma was cool enough to devote the better part of the...
The gift of peace. Literally.

The gift of peace. Literally.

With my kids becoming more territorial about their things, I can only imagine the fights that I’m going to have to mediate courtesy of Santa this year. So I’m thinking about preparing in advance for once, and snatching up a personalized stamp for each of...
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas table

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas table

I’ve been a fan of white serving pieces ever since my mother taught me that the food should be the star of the dishes, and not the dishes themselves. (Of course that presumes that I am capable of creating star-like food to begin with. Thank goodness for...
Rosy cheeks and everything

Rosy cheeks and everything

I wrestle with the idea of what to get my two-month old daughter for Christmas, because well, she’s two-months and what the heck does she care about what’s sitting under the tree for her, right? But then I have to wonder if it’ll come back to bite me...