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David spent all morning couponing. We apply all the money saved using the coupons he clips to the back rent he owes us; the late fees are adding up fast. If you didn’t get a chance to count, there were four photos of footballs and one photo of a meatball sandwich in this week’s coupon
For months now David’s been working on his memoirs. The working title is, “My life with the most boring Mom ever.” Like most toddlers, David is nothing but energy. He loves playing with other kids, especially older kids. He desperately wants an older sibling, four older siblings would be even better. Unfortunately for David, that’s
This is the difference between a baby and a toddler. When you have a baby, and the baby falls a few inches off the couch, you have a panic attack, call your husband in tears, and write a blog about it. When you have a toddler and the toddler smacks his head into a cinder
When I used to work for a newspaper, the editorial staff would have a budget meeting the day after deadline. The budget meeting wasn’t about money, it was about planning the content for the next publication. We had to decide what stories we had room for, what would be on the front page, how many
You may have noticed thekriegers.org has a spiffy new website. Well, maybe I shouldn’t use the word spiffy quite yet. This is actually sort of the rough draft. Let me explain. Ever since we started this blog I’ve wanted to use WordPress as our platform, but we stuck with Tumblr for various reasons and I
I’ve known Tom for 11 years, and this is the first year he hasn’t mentioned making New Year’s Resolutions (or, more appropriately, New Year’s Goals). Tom and I haven’t talked about goals or why we are or aren’t going to set goals, but if I’m going to be completely honest, it’s hard to think about
It’s time for New Year’s Resolutions. Actually, a week and a half ago was time for New Year’s Resolutions. We’re running a little late because we were hit with the horrible respiratory virus that’s leveled most of Richmond. At first Tom and I just thought we were getting a little cold. Ten days, 18 boxes
Since oh, I don’t know, the day I started feeding David solids, he’s refused to eat off a spoon. At first he’d grab the spoon and guide it to his mouth. Then he just all-out refused to eat off a spoon. He wouldn’t eat anything off a spoon; yogurt, cereal, not even ice cream. That’s
I’m writing this on Christmas Eve, sitting on the couch at Tom’s parent’s house re-watching Season 1 of Downton Abbey. I’ve had bacon for breakfast for five days straight, and I just ate a huge meal with ham, potatoes and broccoli casserole, finished off with a big piece of ice cream cake. As a complete