Quick Update


Leaving in a couple of hours for San Francisco.

Chick-fil-A was fantastic. (#1 with a lemonade, to be specific.)

Wito awoke at 5:30am again.

This morning’s breakfast request?

Mac & Cheese. (???)

Have a great weekend, everyone!


Guess What We’re Having For Dinner?


Wito woke up yelling “Hungwey, hungwey, HUNGWEY!” at 5:12 this morning. Now, the hungry part wasn’t so weird, given I currently own the title of Mother To Gigantor, but the 5:12am part was less than desirable for reasons I’m sure I don’t have to explain here.

I let him roll around for about 45 minutes while he yelled phrases such as, “I burped, mommy! EXCUSE ME.” and “Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, milk time!” (Seriously, people. He’s a counting savant. Also? When we’re driving in the car and listening to music? He names THE INSTRUMENTS that are being played in the song. How in the hell does he know the difference between a guitar, piano, trumpet and violin? OH, ENLIGHTEN ME.)

(Sorry. I just had to get that out there.)

Finally, when I decided to embrace the early wake-up call and drudge my sorry ass out of bed, I carried Wito into the kitchen and asked him what he wanted to eat. We pretty much have a standard high class breakfast menu at Casa Whoorl, which consists of Eggo waffles (Um, Nutrigrain because I, like, really KER about health), yogurt, milk and/or cheerios.

I looked at Wito and asked what he wanted.





“Blueberry yogurt?”


“Sweetie, what do you want?”

“I wan cheekey nunnets and faffel fwies.”



“Um, you want chicken nuggets and waffle fries? Right now?” (6:18am, to be exact.)


I stood there, looking at him and thinking of the two times in his life that we have fed him fast food. (Chick-fil-A, of course! I mean, is that REALLY fast food?)

And honestly? I did a little happy dance because OH MY GOD, I GET TO EAT CHICK-FIL-A FOR DINNER. HELL YES.

I’m off to San Francisco tomorrow morning to attend Blogher. Hope to see you there!


Want to hear about my weekend?


Then head over to Secret Agent Josephine’s blog!

(The incredibly lazy writer in me LOVES it when this happens.)


Typity Typity Typity


My new gig started today over at Work It, Mom! I’m taking over for the illustrious Susan Wagner at The Working Closet. Come read my rambling diatribes about cute shoes! And lovely clothes! And how the J. Crew catalog is my bible! And maybe even, LIP GLOSS!


(Or just gaze upon some really heinous clothing items in today’s post.)

Also, are you looking for some cool summer toys for the kiddos? Check out my feature at ParentDish.

I am officially finished typity typing for the week. Cocktail hour is starting 4 hours early. Peace be with you all.