“I’m going to get married to my friend Sadie and my sister,” my 3-year-old daughter Petunia announced not long ago. “Terrific!” I exclaimed. “Can I come to the wedding?” “No,” she replied flatly.
Nobody’s perfect. At least that’s what everyone except me says in order to feel better about their own faults. I never tell myself that no one is perfect.
It’s hard to dispute that vodka can often take on a life of its own. Particularly if it’s your life and you’ve taken on a few Bloody Marys at Sunday brunch.
My husband Rick went away for 28 hours this weekend, leaving me on my own with our two daughters. The girls and I managed just fine. That is if you don’t count the moment when my 3-year-old heckled the people at the table next to us at a restaurant on Saturday night for their entrée selection or whe
This week PBS aired the two-part, four-hour documentary “Clinton.” Am I alone in thinking they could have kept going? Particularly because the program centers on the Monica Lewinsky affair heard ‘round the world — literally.
No offense to Jason Bateman, but I’m just about ready to unfriend him on Facebook. Yes, I know it was me who friended him in the first place. I didn’t do it because I’m his No.
There comes a time in many women’s lives when they make a startling realization. For me, that time came last week. I haven’t become my mom (I should be so lucky).
It was eight years ago this week that I started dating my husband. That’s 56 years in dog years, or 12 percent of Bernie Madoff’s life sentence. Either way, it seems fitting.
“Please stop discussing my ovaries!” country singer LeAnn Rimes said recently regarding speculation by two people on Twitter that she might be pregnant.
“Girls wear panties and boys wear underwear,” my 3-year-old daughter, who has affectionately been known as Petunia since she was in utero, explained to me matter-of-factly the other day.
Editor’s note: Meredith C. Carroll is on maternity leave. This column originally appeared in December of 2007. BabyCenter.com released its annual Top Baby Names List on Thursday.
Editor’s note: Meredith is on maternity leave. This column originally was published in 2007. If you want to feel important, walk around Puerto Vallarta looking older and slightly better (or more) dressed than a college kid on spring break — and with a wedding ring on your finger.
