Addie J brought me this “delicious” “treat” about half an hour ago. And then– because I did not appear to be eating the caramel– she took it upon herself to dip my carrots generously into the caramel and then feed them to me at a brisk pace. I tried to pawn one of them […]
[Overheard in the car, after the J and I stopped at my parents’ place on our way to picking up the big kids.]
GABBY: Addie, where did you get that sucker?!?!!?
ADDIE J [around the sucker in her mouth; complacently]: From Papa.
CAMERON: When did you see Papa?
ADDIE J: Mommy and I were over […]
This is a random observation… but I think that, any time the Lohan family is in the news, this is the theme song that should run under the report:
This afternoon, while running errands, Cameron was trying to figure out a way to attend his soccer awards ceremony since we will be elsewhere during that time. Addie asked if he could just invite himself to someone’s house, and I replied that this was not polite. Gabby piped up and noted patronizingly that she would […]
Ian is a lively, strapping young 4-year-old boy whose main goal in life– which he takes very seriously– is keeping up with his big brother. He is also the child who, last year, got into my Advent calendar at our Christmas brunch. He was found lying on the floor in my dining room, nearly […]
Because without it, I would have emailed a colleague that an upcoming test was going to be on Scantron.
But because of Autocorrect, I accidentally said, “It’s going to be a scrotum test, actually.”
Thus far my thoughts on chemo are, succinctly, this:
This better be frigging annihilating the cancer.
Dad begins Cycle 2 next week. Send him some love.
Gabby lost one of her front teeth about a month ago, and its companion is on its way out now too. And I– who almost never experiences that nostalgia that causes mothers to hold onto baby clothes or cry at the bus stop– am a little sad. Here’s why: kids with baby teeth look like […]
This is the “pumpkin” I picked out from the pumpkin farm yesterday.
In my own defense: I originally just thought it was a cool shape.
What is it in the genetic makeup of kids, that my Saab– which the kids are rarely inside– smells all leathery and delicious…. but the van (which is kept very clean and is likewise all leather) constantly reeks like sweaty zombies?
I just want to know.