It was weird being alone in the car with my 4-year-old. She's my middle child and we never have one-on-one time. "I really need to make more time for just the two of us," I thought as we drove down the highway. But that would have to be a different day. Today we were going to our first appointment at the children's cancer center. A few weeks prior I had noticed excessive ...
The Seven Stages of Dinner
The majority of my day centers around feeding something. If I am not actively preparing food I am thinking about what I'm going to make, shopping for what I'm going to make, or cleaning up what I just made. And yet despite three meals and one healthy (relatively) snack every single day, my children are non-stop ravenous, insatiable beasts. Until dinner, that is. That's ...
We Got Crabs.
From the moment my kids could speak they have begged me for a dog. Which is unfortunate for them because: A. My husband is deathly allergic to fur, and B. I am at maximum capacity for cleaning poop. A shell bearing sea creature was not exactly on my list of 'things I need in my life right now', but I do appreciate the value of learned responsibility via keeping things ...
Tidings of Comfort and Joy
Last week Nick's Great Uncle died. He was the Grandfather figure in Nick's life, but he was 97, a widower, and had recently moved into a nursing home so there was an overarching sense of comfort and joy in his peaceful passing. The visitation was last Friday night. Because babysitters on a weekend in December book out about two years in advance, we decided to take the ...
The Big Wine Trough In The Sky
Sitting in the carpool lane gives a woman a lot of time to think. Time to think about what she's going to make for dinner. Time to think if her yoga pants have exceeded their expiration date. Time to think about when the neighbors are going to start complaining because her unkept lawn is starting to encroach onto theirs. And, unfortunately, time to think about more unpleasant ...