I am a little Christmas-obsessed. I mean, I am my mother’s daughter and she has been dubbed The Queen of Christmas...so I’m not bragging...

Last night, two things of seemingly little consequence occurred. 1.) My new 800 thread count king-sized sheets finally arrived, and 2.)...

One day, long before we were parents, I made Michael lasagna. I know it’s kind of difficult to mess up mozzarella-y, beefy, noodle-y...

Michael is kind of this super-handsome annoyingly-fit sort of guy. Like, he can just decide to go run a half-marathon without training...