While his sisters attended camp during the morning hours this week, Jasper was subjected to my undivided attention. Which- on paper- he loves. But- also like paper- once he has it, he really, really doesn’t want it so much anymore. Let’s review. Monday 9 a.m. The girls are at camp! 9:02 a.m. Whiplash from twisting around in car seat to find nonexistent, minivan-hiding sisters. 9:37 a.m. Check-in at Children’s Memorial Hospital for a mouth-related, pre-op consult. 9:38 a.m. FIND THE {Read More}
Happy Fourth…
July 4, 2013 By Leave a Comment
…Love, Our Little Sparklers. (Happy birthday, America!)
Cheer Up, Zuzu.
July 5, 2012 By 5 Comments
Thrilled. An Open Letter To My Daughter Susannah: Zu. You are nine months old, as of yesterday. Also, as of yesterday, you inspired multiple people to consider having a baby. (Actually, that’s been the case since you entered this world. You’re kinda the poster child for Awesome Baby.) And now, you’re entering the competition for Awesome Child. You have many things going for you; sleep habits (nonstop), eating preferences (all of them), and general ability to jive with nearly any {Read More}
He also wears dark socks with shorts.
July 5, 2011 By 1 Comment
I love a parade. I love The Fourth. Specifically, I love any holiday where you hafta take a day off (in a good chunk o’ industries). More specifically- when P.J. has to take day off. We didn’t travel. There were no houseguests. (And don’t get me wrong, I’ve blissed out on having some favorite friends and family here…and will continue to…until August…but our good sheets are gonna be threadbare by September. And for those who have yet to see my home? This {Read More}
Turkish appetizers and Mexican helado- must be the 4th!
July 5, 2010 By 5 Comments
As I sit here typing, I can hear my daughter’s rageful meows from the room directly above me. (Seriously, she sounds like the cats. I think they have a thing going on where they decided if they all sound alike, then we’ll come running all the time. I don’t quite get this logic, but then again- I’m neither an 8 month old human nor a 6 year old cat.) She had decided she was too tired to even hold up her head {Read More}
