“I don’t even know what caused you, but I don’t like the way that you make my life look a little more adventurous than it really is.”
Mama’s Wild, Wild Night Alone
Some people live alone. Other people don’t. And for the first time since before Lincoln was born I spent a night alone in my house. First, I ate the fast food that I picked up because I didn’t want to spend that precious personal time cooking. Then, I took a cat nap. I did some… Continue reading Mama’s Wild, Wild Night Alone
When Lincoln is Away: 2
August 2 Today Lincoln was pushing a truck on the floor and impressed Instructor Isabel with his words! He’s a smarty pants. August 3 Lincoln pushed cards and was riding bikes outside. He played with the latch board and watched the big kids. August 4 Lincoln loves to say, “Bye, Daddy!”when he is dropped off.… Continue reading When Lincoln is Away: 2
Lincoln’s Library Haul
The second time around is a sentimental one, I guess. I’ve said this like every three days for the last two years, but the think about having kids who are 16 years apart is that with the second one, you’re acutely aware of how fast time flies, and how quickly a memory can soften from… Continue reading Lincoln’s Library Haul
The Bunny Connection
I was bopping along in the kitchen trying to get ready for the day when Lincoln saw a bunch of graham cracker bunnies in the kitchen. True to his 20 months, he instantly and intensely wanted them. We had a bag open, so I put a few bunnies in a little bowl.First, he wanted to… Continue reading The Bunny Connection
In an open letter to myself,
“Listen, you do not need any taffeta. You will never need any taffeta. Don’t buy the taffeta. You’re not even listening to me, are you?”
In an open letter to the old people who aggressively cut me off in the parking lot,
“I’m not going to wish you a serious health problem…just a few days of diarrhea which leaves your tissue-like butt skin raw for a few days.”
One Toddler and One Teenager
I was taking a break and picked up my phone as many of us do, and saw a Facebook post that said something like, “When you have kids, you find rocks in every room of your house. And you accept it, that you have indoor rocks now.” That felt extra real to me, so I… Continue reading One Toddler and One Teenager
I keep saying that I love to cook….
I really do think that I love to cook. I see it as one of those chief identity markers. But, lately, I my kitchen mojo is gone! Just a dusty cloud of outdated spices. But, I’m not ready to slide, san resistance, into a little-to-no cooking world. Saturday, I went to the farmers market to… Continue reading I keep saying that I love to cook….
In an open letter to her younger son,
“If you are potty trained before you are weaned, it’s going to be pretty hard not to take it personally.”