Samantha. Julie. Kit. Melody. No, these aren’t the names of girls on my daughter’s team. These are the names of girls who live in my basement. Don’t worry, these girls are inanimate. I’m talking about the historical American Girl dolls my tween has collected over the years. According to the official spiel, each doll is [Read More]
What Happens at American Girl Place, Stays at American Girl Place
Last week was our kids’ Spring Break. We decided to celebrate with an all-inclusive 14-day cruise through the Caribbean. NOT. Like most good Michiganders, we headed to warm, tropical Chicago! It’s a great town and my daughter and I decided to celebrate with dinner at American Girl Place Chicago. That’s when things got a little out [Read More]
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Our Visit to American Girl Place
What do you do when it’s Winter Break, you live in frigid Michigan, and you have an eight-year-old daughter in love with American Girl dolls? Why, you travel to American Girl Place in Chicago, of course! Which is what the EBM family did a couple weeks ago. Many of you recall that I also have [Read More]
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Memorable Mom Moments
Terrific. Great. Just a couple words that describe how I feel this week about getting back into our family’s routine of school and work. Don’t get me wrong, the holidays were wonderful and I felt like we enjoyed a much-needed break. That said, by New Year’s we were starting to climb the walls and fight [Read More]
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That American Girl Christmas
I’m pleased to be sharing one of my favorite tales of Christmas past on Kelly McKenzie’s blog, Just Typikel, today. For those of you unfamiliar with Kelly, she is a hilarious blogger with 2 grown kids and a sparkly mom in her 90s. Their adventures – and the warmth and humor with which Kelly shares [Read More]
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This is Normal at My House
BK (Before Kids), I probably would have freaked out at images that I now consider normal at my house. Like this: It’s a Very Hairy Caterpillar made out of pantyhose. It’s so ugly it’s cute. And it’s now living on my kitchen counter for who knows how long. Or there’s this image: It’s my 16-year-old [Read More]
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A Brother, a Sister, and an American Girl Doll
Once upon a time, I had two children. They loved each other. Maybe because they were 3 1/2 years apart in age and different genders they got along for many years. Then, my older child, a boy, entered 4th grade. Suddenly, his little sister was “lame”. This coincided with my daughter’s uncanny ability to push [Read More]
