Today is tax season day, or, the last day to file your taxes, at least here in NY state thanks to Patriots Day in MA where New York State returns go. Hubby is thrilled, he’s a CPA so today is a big day. It marks the end of working 12 hours a day, 6 days a week. It signifies the beginning of golf season! He’s very excited. So excited in fact, Big Boy will be playing hookie from school today, I know, the first time and he’s not even 4 …

Once in awhile something magical happens.  You plan an outing and everything goes according to plan.  You arrive at your destination unscathed without the least little tell tale sign of frazzlement.  Today was one such day…
I awoke to a snowstorm - yes, a mid April snowstorm.  I realize that this part alone should negate anything positive that I am about to write, and yet, it didn’t.  Nope, on this day, not even the 20 cm of snow that blanketed the ground was an issue. 
I had made plans with a former colleague …

I realize that what I’m about to share could be considered downright controversial.  Who buys their two year old daughter an [tag]iPod[/tag], right?  But wait - there’s actually some method to my madness!  While under most circumstances I would agree that such an item is not only excessive but also unnecessary, however…. well, you see, with our upcoming summer trip looming on the horizon, our thoughts have turned to last minute preparations like packing and transportation plans.  Since a great deal of our transit time will be spent in various modes of transport …

Okay, now that I’m onto baby #2, I’d like to think that I’ve pretty much lived through all the phases from infancy to toddlerhood, however the growing pains taking place lately are starting to make me wonder…
Yes, now that my son has hit the 4 month mark, he has begun the rite of passage known as teething.  Fussiness?  I can take it!  Excessive drooling akin to a rainshower?  Throw it at me!  Flushed cheeks & a rash to match?  Bring it on…!  Gnawing at human flesh?  Uhhhh…wait a minute.  Not so …

Ok so I have a confession to make. I ate the Easter Bunny. Big Boy’s chocolate Easter Bunny that was nestled ever so snuggly in his Easter basket. In all fairness to me, he didn’t even realize it was chocolate, he never once asked for it, he only wants the tiny little chocolate eggs in the plastic eggs and the jelly beans. And now the big bunny is all gone and he’s none the wiser. Bad mommy??? The way I see it, I am protecting my boy from the excessive …