I hope you will pardon the light posting around here. Our baby gate broke, and we don't want to replace it when our youngest child is already 2.5 years old and nearly human, so I am spending my days following him around, huge dark circles under my eyes, saying, "No, no, Henry, get off the counter. No, honey, don't splash in the cat water. OMG PUT THAT DOWN!!!" My morning writing time, which I used to accomplish by putting on the television, is GONE.
I suppose if you were desperate, you could read my first ever BlogHer review, which is about a Sonicare toothbrush for kids. (Did you get a little flash of worry that I will now be mentioning reviews every time I do them? No, no. This is a special occasion, and plus, it involves a $100 Visa gift card giveaway.) Or you could...let's see...you could look at my grocery list. Or give input on newborn sleep issues.
Yeah, I know, none of that is about baby names. How about this: we can discuss a name that has recently come very strongly into my favor. It's Sally. I know! But run it around in your mind a little bit. Imagine asking someone what their baby's name is, and they say "Sally." A little girl running around being cute. Sally! I think it's super-sweet, and also should be revived as a nickname for the otherwise nicknameless Sarah/Sara.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...