Even when things get awful and messy and smelly and chaotic, it never fails to amaze me that the simple act of watching these two dynamos nap can make everything seem a teensy bit sweeter. (Still messy. Just nicer to look at.)
Best Birth Control On The Market.
April 19, 2012 By 5 Comments
Great story, Mom. Let me set the stage for you. Nora, having recently begun the whole All Underwear, All The Time show, was having a hit or miss kinda morning. That said, by 9am I had already sanitized everything on which a little bum could fit. (Because, the sad reality is this: Potty training a two year-old is awfully akin to chasing an incontinent velociraptor.) Susannah, for her part, had been constipated for two days. And was covered with mashed {Read More}
Can We Swap "Wordless" With "Instagram?"
April 11, 2012 By 1 Comment
Avocado Face. The Burger Princess. …And I call this one “Look At The Goober On The Side.”
Easter Is A Full Contact Sport.
April 9, 2012 By 3 Comments
Those are some pretty special-looking eggs. I spent a good part of last week preparing for Easter with the girls (and Peej). We made paper Easter bunnies and plastered them to our front window. We braided traditional Armenian cheoreg biscuits to consume on Easter morning. Eggs were [carefully] dyed. We even unleashed the girls onto a wealthy neighborhood’s egg hunt. Everything was in place for a cinchy, relaxing, and nice Easter morning. Even though P.J. wanted to go to 8am {Read More}
The Big Six (Months).
April 4, 2012 By 1 Comment
Oh Susannah, Yesterday, you turned six months old. This is crazypants. It’s sometimes hard to believe that you did not even exist until your Dad and I said to each other, “You know what? This Kid Thing is so awesomely fun that we should have another, and then the fun will never ever have to stop, not even once.” A few things have happened between then and now, such as you grew fingernails and blood cells and simply wild amounts of {Read More}
Half A Year!
April 4, 2012 By 1 Comment
Two days old. Full of questions/concerns/comments. Two and a half months old. Full of joy/covered in stickers. Six months old. Full of sunshine/applesauce/butternut squash.Also, covered in stickers.
I Practically Work As A U.N. Translator.
March 22, 2012 By 1 Comment
I had my first honest-to-gosh Spanish conversation the other night. (My first, that is, since 11th grade. And that one was mainly about the seasons and whether or not Gil had been to the greengrocer.) Our neighbor from two houses down (for those keeping track, not the 300lb autistic boy and not the irate Filipino) walked by the other evening with her 3 year-old. A little girl named Suzy. Her Suzy waved at us from the street. My Suzy almost unhinged her {Read More}
