The one where I use television as a parenting tool
For two nights in a row now, after NikkiZ goes to bed, I hang out in LilZ’s room and wrap presents while watching Season 2 of Veronica Mars. I had turned his room into Santa’s Workshop since he wasn’t going to be home until Friday. Since I picked him up early, but I still have a billion presents to wrap for our Christmas on Saturday, I’m still working in half of his room. He has already seen the entire season of VM and gets anxious every night for me to... Read More
Mini Me
I was lucky enough to be able to pick LilZ up from his Dad’s yesterday: five days early. Where it sucks for LilZ because his trip got cut short, it rocked my socks off because…well…duh, he’s back home! It turns out his Dad let him do his own Christmas shopping. Can you guess where he asked to go? Come on…guess! He’s my son. Where would I ask to go if allowed to do my own Christmas Shopping? The office supply store, of course! Normally we prefer... Read More
Back in the saddle. Or on the horse. Or whatever that damn saying is.
I have a confession to make. Remember how I ran that half-marathon in Tucson two-and-a-half weeks ago? That was the last time I ran as of yesterday. The first few days I can easily blame on post-marathon recovery and the nastiest blisters ever in the history of blisters (ask my family, they’ll vouch for that). Then it became an issue with sick kids and no time. And then it became Christmas prep and no time. And before I knew it? It was yesterday and I hadn’t run in... Read More
Tradition
One of my favorite Christmas traditions in MrZ’s family involves his Dad making scavenger hunts for the kids’ big gift every year. It’s something that MrZ loves so much, he relished the chance to continue the tradition with LilZ once we got married. Every Christmas Eve, MrZ stays up late writing and hiding clues for LilZ to hunt for his big gift the next day. This year, since we won’t do Christmas with LilZ until Saturday, it was his MrZ’s Dad who... Read More
Recovery
I braved Target this morning for the post-Christmas sales and it was hysterically insane. I saw one couple that were EACH dragging two buggies (shopping carts for you non-southerners) through the Christmas section. TWO. I was simply there to get Christmas cards for next year (when you send out over 100 every year, it’s a smart move) but I had to squeeze betten buggies and reach between bodies to even get to them. I just kept thinking, “I’m really glad I’m... Read More
