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I was lucky enough to spend the moment 2011 gave way to 2012 at a wedding surrounded by friends and in formal wear. I'd almost, almost ...

Writing with infant twins is hard. In other shocking news: water is wet, books contain words, new mothers lack sleep. Maybe it's that s...

Meet Churchill. The frog, not the baby - that's Brad.  Here's his brother, Winston. Hippo = Winston, Baby= Asher The...

I discovered recently that not everyone dyes their milk pink for Valentine's Day, or green for St. Patrick's Day. This baffl...

I'm living my life in twos right now. Two bassinets perched at the end of my bed. Two binks to locate when they drop from two li...

Back before there were Schmidtlets, we used to refer to their room as the NTB: Nursery To Be. It was my favorite writing room -- how can you...

I've always been a rules girl. Sticker charts were made for people like me. If I set the table I got a sticker. If I made my bed I got a...

 My last day of school was Friday. I've spent the past seven weeks very conflicted about today – the battle of exhaustion vers...

Today my class was supposed to be going on a field trip that includes a nature hike and sploshing around in a river, picking up slippery roc...

I leave for the airport in 9 hours for the Goldblatt Agency retreat. I still haven’t packed – this surprises no one – and I still haven’t bl...

So, I tell you we're having some babies, I accept all of your congratulations, and then I disappear again. Bad Tiffany! I was actua...

It's been a heckofa long time since I blogged. Normally I don't make excuses for blog lapses; you just can assume I've been: A) ...