I’m a proud putterer. My favorite kind of days are the ones where I can amble from room to room, task to task, feel like I’m slooooowly getting everything done, and become quietly inspired along the way. If I don’t have to get dressed, awesome. If there’s nothing urgent on the schedule, even awesomer. It’s not laziness- not entirely- and not antisocial behavior- pretty much not entirely- instead, it’s a reveling in the ability to organize, perch on the corner {Read More}
Nesting (And Other Ways To Wreck A Marriage).
November 11, 2013 By 17 Comments
We got a lot accomplished this weekend. P.J. might add that a couple of those items are things like “pull every muscle in one’s husband’s body” and “scrub things you’d forgotten existed in the house.” On Friday night, I woke up around 1:30am in a bit of a panic. (Well, we woke when Zu started calling out for us- a weeklong new fad wherein she spikes a temp and babbles incoherently at us for the better part of an hour. {Read More}
Can’t Put That In A Trapper-Keeper, Though.
January 26, 2012 By 2 Comments
Do the Wonder Pets have a Twitter account? I have finally- finally- figured out what to do with the darned playroom. I realize that this is of little consequence to anyone not spending nearly ten hours a day in, on, or around this room (a narrow li’l group, to be sure)…but for those of us who are, well, it’s just fantastic news. The baby swing is no longer randomly against a wall, smacking into an exersaucer and/or a train table. (Swing- {Read More}
What A Guy.
August 29, 2011 By 1 Comment
Home sweet miniature home. And Now… A Love Letter To My Husband To Thank Him For His Endless Works O’ Awesome (A.K.A A Very Public Plea To NOT Leave His Increasingly Insane Wife)- Dear P.J.: You are terrific. Really. No, wait, lift your head back up out of your coffee mug/desk/computer screen- this’ll be worth it. You are so incredibly tolerant and so incredibly choosy with your words. Specifically the cuss ones when you think Nora/our unborn child will hear {Read More}
This Is How I Nest.
August 25, 2011 By 2 Comments
Mama, please stop being a Nut. Just shy of six weeks until this kiddo makes his or her Monkey debut. Sounds like a ton of time, right? Sure, if you’re a sane being. Which- in all fairness- I must not have been to get pregnant so soon after my daughter’s first birthday knowing full well that the end of this pregnancy would align with multiple heat waves. But that’s nothin’ compared to my recent jaunts from reality. Last night, right before {Read More}
I’m half kidding about the pine needle project.
January 10, 2011 By 3 Comments
This post, by all rights, should have been ready for publication about an hour ago. However, an incredibly cute and persistent toddler has been giving what I like to call The Adorable And Timely Awareness Of Fleeting Moments Face. It involves a lot of belly laughs and doe eyes. Thusly, a good portion of my morning has been spent rocking any combination of four baby dolls (rotated at will by The Empress herself) with a pointed finger and the simple direction to {Read More}
Nora got to choose a punkin’. We didn’t COMPLETELY abandon her.
October 11, 2010 By 4 Comments
Did they leave me AGAIN? I’ve pretty much guaranteed that P.J. will never again leave the house- for real this time. Saturday was innocuous enough; a few errands and appointments and general loafishness. It was Sunday that hit him like a ton of bricks. Over coffee (mine), Ovatine (Peej’s) and Costco waffles (all Nora’s- she doesn’t even begin to think about sharing those), I made a list. A little list. Of stuff we HAD to get done before this coming week. And before the {Read More}
Insulation Confrontation- The Sequel
October 4, 2010 By 3 Comments
This needs insulatin’, too. The insulation guys are upstairs. So, I’m assuming that our crawlspaces are being done up. (Hopefully the right side up this time.) There was a momentary glitch this a.m. when a neighbor flung my lawn chair (previously gracing a parking spot in front of the house) into a different neighbor’s yard. Then he parked his car. So Nora and I ran outside to a) retrieve our chair and b) give an evil eye to the chair flinger. {Read More}
