I am never quite sure how to introduce Steve to others. So to make everyone else more comfortable I usually say "This is my friend, Steve." It's just easier that way. As the relationship moves forward — be it a coworker, new friend, neighbor, etc — eventually they learn who Steve really is. Steve is my ex-husband. And after five years of this we STILL hear how "weird" it all is.
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This was our first Christmas in our home and as a married couple. My husband spent almost the entire time talking about all the traditions we were going to start this year and do the same thing every year and how much fun our future kids were going to have and other happy joy joy type silliness. All I kept thinking; I just want to sit on my couch, watch "Downton Abbey," and forget about Christmas. My question: does all of this make me a Grinch? When I have kids, will I find the Christmas spirit or be even worse?
For my daughter Em's second birthday we decided to go with a monsters and superhero theme. Em loves monsters and I really love the idea and concept of celebrating the primal animal creature that is generally outcast by society and misunderstood for its difference. Our family celebrates difference, so why not celebrate monsters? I also was super excited to celebrate and make room for the toddlers exploration of the "hero" archetype. We all have our own particular super strengths and I'm all for advocating the idea that we are all our own hero.
Tattoo artists Rebecca and Brandon are happily expecting their first human child (they already have a dog) within the next few weeks, and recently asked photographer Ashlee Newman to document their pregnancy. The two chose a goooorgeous wooded river, and brought their fur baby along for the session.
My husband, my two kids, and I are getting ready to move back into my childhood home. We're so excited to get into a larger, safer (better hood), cheaper living situation, but there are some worries on moving back in with my mom… mostly for my husband.Have any of you guys had to making the "moving in with the in-laws" change?
I almost died on a quiet New Jersey highway when my son was just that little speck of two-week-old cells taking hold inside. It wasn't the exaggerated, "Oh, girl, I died when I saw him at the bar," or an "Isn't that sweet little jacket just to die for." It was almost very, very real. It was the almost-died where tiny lights flash in your eyes, the air smells different, your ears echo the sound of tires and the breath of the person sitting next to you over the sound of the blood sitting still in your veins.
I'm slated to host Christmas Eve at my home again, and last year it was fun… except for one uncle ruined it with snarky comments and flat-out negativity. He bitched about the food, the tackiness of the decorations, and the gifts people gave.
At the time, I was more concerned about hosting duties and making sure my family was having a good time, so I just tried to roll with it. Nobody in the family had the guts to say anything, except to talk about it after he left.
This year though… fuck that, I don't want any of that shit in my house.
How do I keep his horrible attitude in line in my own home?