I’m feeling awfully autumnal today (in the crunchy leaf/hot spiced cider kinda way, not the Phase Of Life way- please don’t feel the need to send seasonal affective disorder lamps), so I’m posting one of my favorite childhood pix. Every Fall, my family would go to the Cummington Fair with some family friends- it was the countriest of fairs. I adored every second of it. That’s me, by the way, in the Texas Tuxedo. That was the rule (to which my older {Read More}
Big Kid Bed! (NOW Can I Nap?)
Yesterday, it happened. No more crib, no more toddler bed with a rail, no more shoving her feet up the wall and attempting to get comfy until 10pm. (Because when a kid in the 5th percentile complains of feeling cramped, you know it’s time for a Big Kid bed.) We recently inherited a bed from P.J.’s fam that had been P.J.’s Mom’s childhood bed- and her Dad’s before that. That was exciting because a) I love family heirlooms, and b) we {Read More}
8 Ways To Tell If Perhaps You’ve Given Up On The Whole "Limit The Kids’ TV" Thing.
It all looks so real! Almost like it’s animated! 1) Your 2 year-old says “Vamanos!” as you leave the house. (Passersby commend you on your bilingual teachings, but you know that it’s really all Dora’s doing.) 2) You’ve actually referred to at least one of the Backyardigans as a jerk. 3) Everyone in your household knows that there are three separate Strawberry Shortcake series- the oldest of which is the one you yourself watched as a child. (And they also {Read More}
Is This A KISSING book?
Next, I shall paint my sister. It’s totally almost Valentine’s Day. And I have plans. Huge ones. For starters, Nora and I have already chosen pink and red outfits for ourselves. And for baby Susannah. And for P.J. (Sorry, P.J.) We’ve lined up a few messy, glittery projects for the day- among them, a fabulous Martha Stewart craft that will either a) light up our home and ‘hood with sparkly loveliness, or b) burn down the block. I’m planning on {Read More}
The Five Upsides Of Hoarding.
A shovel and a watch?! MY FAVORITES! The whole Getting Rid Of Stuff [People Tell Me] I Don’t Need project is still pokin’ along. I have no idea why I thought it’d be completed in a night or a weekend or before Nora’s presidential inauguration. There is still a full filing cabinet of scannable…stuff. And a room full of sortable…stuff.And, arrogantly enough, a pile of stuff that I’m reserving for the neighborhood garage sale. That’s right. I sure as heck don’t want {Read More}