"I fall down, broke a head!"

Liam climbed out of his crib this morning.

To be fair, Liam has climbed out of his crib for the last several mornings, and after a couple of naps, but I had him figured out. I'm a 31-year-old, college-educated woman after all--I can out0smart a two-year-old!

False.

Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane

To continue my series on my awesomely awesome cohorts, I thought I’d write this month about my former roommate, bridesmaid, and friend in all things labeled “guilty pleasure,” Carol. Carol is currently a lawyer in a swanky firm in Boston, but I met her back when she was a Brown University Research Assistant and wore jeans and tshirts to work (note: I’m sure she would still do this if she thought in a million years she’d get away with it). We shared apartments from September of 2007 until June of 2009, although I’m sure she would agree it felt like much longer than that, given all of the stories that came from that time and the things we still talk and groan about.

In keeping with the last post I made of this sort, here is a list of ten reasons (out of about a million) that Carol is the greatest.

First day of (pre)school!!