Adventures in Babysitting (as the employer)

Mr. Sally J. and I have reached a new level of freedom as parents, a level not reached since early 2008. It’s the freedom of knowing the kiddos are in good hands on a Friday evening, and those good hands belong to someone other than yourself. 


In Which I Am a Late Bloomer

So for someone who is relatively smart, there are a lot of things I am slow to pick up on. There are words that I’ve found out I’ve been hearing wrong in my head (you don’t even want to know how I used to pronounce “colander”).