Today I: …Took three kids to get “back to school” haircuts. (Even if the youngest’s “school” is only School of Hard Knocks/School of Disrupted Naptimes.) …Packed a picnic lunch to eat at the splash pad for one last splashy summer. (The fact that the park was 2 blocks away from the haircut joint and the spraying water ensured I wouldn’t have to hose them down myself post-lunch shouldn’t count against me in the least.) …Wrote one email. While holding a {Read More}
Superstition & Terrified Hitchhikers.
October 7, 2013 By 14 Comments
And now, for your Monday reading enjoyment, I present to you: The Keeliest Thing I’ve Ever Done. Our story starts on Thursday afternoon, right when the girls and I pulled into the garage after gymnastics class. As I parked, I thought I spied a grasshopper to the side of the car; as I opened the backseat doors to free my various children I affirmed that, yes, a cute little grasshopper was by one of the tires. However, by the time {Read More}
Officer, I’d Like To Report A Herbicide.
July 17, 2013 By Leave a Comment
When P.J. and I moved in together, we received a housewarming plant. And even though I have a solid track record of alternating between over-loving plants (watering and pruning within an inch of their lives) and letting them die slow, neglected deaths, I seemed to be doing okay with Planty. Even when I didn’t allow for proper drainage, Planty persevered. And that time[s] I forgot to water Planty for roughly three weeks, he still grew another inch. We had a {Read More}
When Mom’s Sick, We’re ALL Sick.
February 27, 2012 By Leave a Comment
Hasn’t been changed in weeks. Over the course of the past week, I experienced my first full-on Sicky since becoming a parent. We’d all been ping-ponging the same sniffles and such back and forth, but on the rebound I apparently caught them straight in the jugular. I woke up one morning freezing cold, achy and bruised, swollen and stuffed o’ face, and not really “awake” at all. The kind of sick where you can’t even imagine sitting straight up, let {Read More}
Slow It Down, Friend.
January 12, 2012 By 2 Comments
Soon I’m gonna be 15. Time is skipping by. Actually, no, that’s not quite true. Time is racing, speeding, and zipping by- faster than a two year-old can unravel an entire roll of Charmin toilet paper. Susannah is already three months old. And Nora is edging ever closer to actual big kid-dom. Zuzu is making sport out of outgrowing newborn clothing…and three months clothing…and certain three to six months clothing of the fancy dress persuasion… With Little Nora Thumbelina, we {Read More}
We Won’t Go Until We Get Some.
December 13, 2010 By 5 Comments
I am not remotely done with the Christmas songs. Whilst in the car the other day, Nora and I heard the cheerful lyrics of We Wish You A Merry Christmas. This is one of those songs that, for me, is so completely ingrained in my mind and memory of Christmas that I have fully stopped noticing the words. Until the car ride. Can you imagine if actual carolers came to your door one night? (This sort of merriment may occur in {Read More}
It’s like Guilt Gyoza- but worse!
May 13, 2010 By 4 Comments
I’m extremely lazy. Or exhausted. Late at night, I can’t tell which it is. And it’s been causing some guilt. I like to call this guilt- Floss Guilt. I know I should floss. I spent 6k on my teeth in the past handful of years alone (not to mention Braces 1.0 that was sponsored by my folks between ’90-’92. It didn’t “take.” Some may blame a latent latex allergy; I happen to know that I have evil teeth.) But by {Read More}
