To turn my big boys into driveling babies all I need to do is announce we have an appointment for shots. Somehow this unfortunate chore has forever been placed on my plate as the parent who must endure their emotional trauma. This is in part due to my status as stay at home mom and the … Continue reading What turns big boys into babies?
When I was in high school, in the eighties, I was doing what all teens in the mire of decisions and discoveries do: I was mulling over what I wanted to BE. Why is there so much self inflicted pressure at such a young age to have a definitive answer to that question? No matter … Continue reading What do you want to BE?
I keep my time on a very short leash. My calendar sticks to me like my phone and my wedding ring. I don’t make any decisions without consulting it first. My personal rule if I am going to say yes to something new, is that I know I have to say no to something else … Continue reading keeping time
I received a text from Donny asking me about a painting on my bedroom wall. He described it in detail and asked who painted it. I couldn’t remember but I offered to look it up for him if he would help me understand why he needed the information. I then learned he is analyzing a … Continue reading When my boys surprise me
I can’t completely spill the beans on Kevin, because he is afterall just about to be an official teenager, which means exactly that he will begin to protect his privacy with all his teeth bared. So, just before that happens I can relinquish just a few interesting unknowns. He is the only child in this … Continue reading The unknowns of Kevin
I received three new photos today of Kira showing off her first big milestone in development. She’s sitting like a squat tripod without toppling over. It’s so cute. They’ve put her hair in little braids, a few here, a few there. They are little one inch nubs, like a tip of a pinky finger. I’m … Continue reading Kira is sitting up all by herself!
While eating my early dinner at the bar, Jack was unloading the dishwasher and chatting in a way that didn’t seem quite directed to me alone, but more a releasing of his own imagination, a gushing out of his day. He’s the only one who still does this in our house, and I treasure a glimpse … Continue reading Jack’s special brand of cute