Our ghosts…or as Nora called them, “the nice octopuses.” Ladybug with a springtime hat. Reluctant punkin’.
Gettin’ Back To Nature- And Potentially The ER.
Happy Labor Day! Communing. Why are you reading this today? Go! Go outside! Good God, man, it’s almost winter! (However, if you’re not reading this until Tuesday or later, I’m quite hurt- wounded, really- at your disloyalty.) There, now. I think I’ve sufficiently alienated everyone. Onward! The reason that I’m able to post today is because of my daughter’s proclivity towards 4am Beanie Bear tea parties in her crib. Thusly, she faceplanted at an ungodly early 10am for her nap, {Read More}
He also wears dark socks with shorts.
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}
Back to reality…and the inflatable giraffe pool.
Happy Day After Memorial Day, everyone! Or, to The Monkey, Happy 21 weeks. To Peej- Happy Day Back At Work… And to me, Happy Oh My God, There’s A Lot Of Laundry Here- and How Long Was That Sippy Cup Stuck Under The Passenger Seat, Anyway Day. (Observed.) Some weekend highlights: Family, naps, pooltime, Skyline cheese coneys, miniature people in sundresses, multiple improbable yet highly successful mammoth group photos, a stunning black tie wedding, dancing with my husband…and other people’s {Read More}
From somewhere in the Midwest…
Happy Memorial Day! In light of the fact that many of you are traveling…and many of you are on your third brunch of the weekend- for example- we’re gonna go ahead and do a real post tomorrow. Love and thanks and hopes for a wundy day, Keel n’ Peej n’ N.J. Thumbnail pic courtesy of Clark Street PhotographyHappy weekend, indeed!
My house doesn’t even spin.
Let me be among the top five hundred to welcome you into 2011, three days in. I am deeply consumed with confusion over my absent flying car, meal tablet, robotic housekeeper…or any housekeeper at all, for that matter. (Do you hear that, P.J.? Do not feel limited by any type of maid. I would take Amelia Bedelia at this point.) Our New Year’s Eve was pretty normal and quiet, by rest home standards. The three of us stayed in our jammies- {Read More}
By the numbers.
This was Nora’s holiday week- let’s break it down. On Wednesday: (4) meat products were consumed, (9) family members were hugged. Thursday: (5) meat products were consumed, (30) family members were hugged. Friday: (4) meat products were consumed, (9) family members- not including her touchy/feely parents. Saturday: (6) meat products were consumed…plus (5) cheese appetizers, (29) family members were hugged. Sunday: (5) meat products were consumed, plus the rest of the cheese/etc., appetizers, (10) family members were hugged. This a.m. {Read More}