Sarnoff

And so the war continues. If you’ve been reading MG for a while, you’ll remember that last year, right around this time, my daughter came home from school with a lice…

The last trip my husband and I took was a few months ago, when we traveled a whole 20 miles from our home to hole up in a hotel and—insert naughty thoughts here—sleep. (We have three kids, what can I say?) By virtue of our low mileage, and our destination’s tentative steps towards… Read More »

With my husband working out of town for two weeks and a major deadline looming, “stressed” barely described what I was feeling last week. I hurt. Specifically, my neck hurt. And my back. Basically a solid “V” of pain stretched from my lower back to my shoulder blades, then turned in at…

My two-and-a-half year old daughter can say the alphabet and count to 20. She recognizes a handful of the letters in the alphabet and knows how to share—most of the time. She sings “Tinkle, Tinkle, Little Star,” “Itsy, Bitsy Spider” and Hannah Montana’s “Hoe-Down, Throw-Down.”…

Six weeks and one day ago (not that anyone’s counting), I became a vegetarian. A pescatarian to be exact, since I could give up the thrice-weekly chicken and occasional In-N-Out, but sushi? C’mon. My… Read More »

It’s been a month of birthdays for the Sarnoff family. First there was my husband’s 40th surprise party, which ended up with a karaoke performance of “I’ve Had the Time of My Life” complete with lifts. (Yes, tequila was involved.) Then, my daughter turned eight, and we hosted a…