Tim Russert 1950 – 2008. You know of my respect for Tim Russert, and this is a very sad day. Such a loss to his family, his colleagues, the level of political discourse in our country.

No politics today. Instead I’m blogging about poop like a good little mommyblogger. My dad shot this on his cell phone in about 2004 when Ed was a little guy with a big musical soul. And a guitar.

I can exhale a little now. Next up: the frakking superdelegates and choosing a running mate. Will my head explode? Let’s find out. Photo: Scott Olson / Getty Images via MSNBC.

Another week, another date night. Find out the answers to some deep questions, get a review of the new Indiana Jones movie, see what happens when I sit next to a sad and pathetic man, and so much more (!).

How is he supposed to make it big on the dance circuit with his little brother horning in on the spotlight? Another in my series of less-than-a-minute videos. Can jazz hands be far behind?

I love seeing Henry doing something which gives him so much joy and confidence.

We just had a three day weekend, and it seems I got a little too relaxed. See if you can figure out which two boys had to wear their little brother’s PJs to bed last night. Whoops. Doing laundry on a regular basis is overrated.

I think in fact that there are 3 weeks of every month when women are pumped full of hormones which mask just how completely irritating other people are.

I’m over at PunditMom‘s today junking up her cogent political discourse with my goofball claptrap. But it’s just as well since I don’t have two brain cells to rub together. I just got back from taking Charlie to another laser eye procedure, and while it went well and the doctor thinks it will help his…

Hey folks, I’ve got a crazy idea. Ask me some questions and I’ll answer them on video. What do you want to know? Want to see anything special at my house, my office, my city? Let me know and I’ll see what I can do. You can think of it kind of like Erika on…

Close to a month ago Sony flew me and about a dozen other bloggers out to southern California for a digital imaging ho-down. They put us up in a fabulous hotel, treated us to free food, spa treats, and best of all: free camera gear and great training. To assuage my guilt over being given…

When we first got to the school, Eddie was pretty nervous. It turns out that on Wednesdays the 5th graders get to eat lunch in the Kindergarten yard while the Kinders are elsewhere. Eddie took one look at what he thought was a group of his gargantuan future classmates and almost swallowed his tongue! By…

Oh Eddie, I know… You’re the one who has always said you can’t wait to be a grownup. You, my most kid-like kid. You crack me up! You’ll get there soon enough, but for now please just try to enjoy the things that will never come again, like losing a tooth and being the center…

Way back when we only had one child I used to do things like make little movies about him. Those were the days. I present to you today “Walk It Off” featuring my oldest son Henry as a baby: Why yes, I was deliriously sleep-deprived. Why do you ask?

When I was pregnant with my second child, so many people told me that having two kids was going to be so much harder than just one. Like I hadn’t just assumed that from the beginning? Even being whacked out on pregnancy hormones I was able to understand that logic, and it took every ounce…