This is 2

So we’re in the thick of it, here. The terrible twos. The tantrum phase. And it’s real. Don’t have kids? Congratulations on feeling well-rested and having unscratched corneas! Let me explain it to you: Parenting a two year old is like living on top of a dormant volcano. There’s no telling when it’ll go off,…

Us Time

So, recently we went on Vacation to the Mayan Riviera.  A special kind of Vacation, one that deserves to be capitalized.  Because this was a true, non-work involved, no baby allowed, only trashy novels and naps and margaritas allowed vacation.  There was no cooking, no cleaning, no laundry to be done, and no schedules (except…

Grateful

So the boredom has subsided, as I knew it would. Mostly because we’ve been flitting off to various cities every weekend for appearances and pop culture expos, which is tiring but also super fun and pretty much the best way to see the world. There’s a reason why lots of actors are trying to break…

Jetlag-Happy

I don’t know how it’s been three months since I’ve gotten a chance to sit and update this here blog. I blame copious amounts of travel and jet lag and time zone changes (Philly! Indiana! Vegas! Newfoundland! New Zealand! Back to Vegas! Montreal!). In my off days I also chase a rather spirited toddler and…

All the Cool Kids Are Doing It….

Well, it didn’t take long for me to break that promise of posting once a week. To be fair, I forgot I have a day job and said yes to a movie up in North Bay, Ontario that consists of me being handcuffed to a guy while running away from baddies and of course wearing…

Wild Love

Hellooooooooooo! It’s been awhile. I know. But I have a really good excuse. Eventually (this is shocking), I stopped being so pregnant and gave birth to a glorious little spitfire named Wilder. I will spare you my birth story because a. that shit is weird, b. I don’t want you to lose your appetite, and…

Pregnant As F

First of all, this post isn’t food-related. Maybe I’ll give you a recipe at the end if I feel like it, but I’m not making any promises, and if you don’t like my mood already, I suggest you stop reading now and revisit sometime in 2016. Why? Because I’m pregnant and at the point of…