Moving On Up

Hello! Just wanted to let everyone know that I moved Trips Ahoy over to Please bookmark it if you’d like to keep up with our adventures in tripletdom and sarcasm. I’ll be shutting this wordpress site down in the next few weeks. Thanks so much for reading–see you on the other side!


We need to talk about “We Need to Talk About Kevin”


Jem didn’t get the memo that this isn’t supposed to be enjoyable


Present and future parents, here is the best advice I can ever offer you: Don’t read the book “We Need to Talk About Kevin.” At least, don’t read it if you have a wild imagination, tend to worry about things you can’t control or are prone to over-analyzing. Also, just don’t read it.

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Parenting No-Nos

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Hats on inside and cookies for lunch–just the tip of our bad parenting iceberg.

A few months ago a friend posted a question on Facebook about what to do to comfort her teething infant. Because I am a proponent of throwing drugs at any problem*, I suggested that if the baby seemed to be in pain, a little Motrin might help. The next commenter had a more homeopathic recommendation. I can’t remember what it was, but I do remember she ended her post noting that her recommendation was “not toxic.” Maybe she was referring to me and my Motrin, or maybe it was just a general fact she was stating, but it sort of underlined Facebook’s grand thesis:

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A Farewell to Snark

To the goodly people who read Trips Ahoy,

I don’t know if you noticed, but this blog is full of me griping about how hard everything is. So annoying. The truth is; it’s just more entertaining to make fun of the dark side of parenting instead of focusing on the stupid bright side from time to time.

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A Day Without Dada

IMG_1969Matt has a great job, but it’s one that requires him to travel every so often to meet with clients. It’s cool.

… Or is it?

Matt is in L.A. right now, so you can imagine his day was spent looking out over the top of his sunglasses at palm trees while driving around in a vintage convertible. Here’s what my day looked like:

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Happy Hall-oh-whatever


I am blessed with a bunch of supremely creative sisters. (And just a bunch of sisters in general.) I have sisters who knit and sew, sisters who custom design their own fabrics, sisters who are photographers, sisters who write screenplays and children’s stories, sisters who are gourmet cooks, sisters who draw like the wind and sisters who craft like the dickens. So many sisters, so many skills.* If we were living in Austenian times, they would be described as “very handsome” and “accomplished” whereas I would be described as “merely tolerable” and “kind of a dipshit.” Continue reading