“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?”
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
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.”
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 Just a dusty cloud of outdated spices.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.”
Was Goldilocks and the Three Bears a Story About Grits the Whole Time?
When Lincoln is Away
Recently, the daycare changed its procedure, allowing parents into the building. As a result, they’re no longer sending home information sheets about your child’s day. They are, however, still doing the sheets and you can take a look at them. I’ve been saving the physical sheets because I love these little glimpses into Lincoln’s day.… Continue reading When Lincoln is Away
Always Just Ask
I *this* close to believing and accepting that the internet had eaten this blog. It’s not like I’ve been a regular poster, but I was wanting to jot something or other down so as not to lose the thought that has sense evaporated. I was just going to start over elsewhere, I guess, and redirect… Continue reading Always Just Ask
Goings on
I bought so many peaches. I’m talking 50 lbs of peaches. I’ve spent a lot of time in my kitchen with peaches. Cause, you know, I guess I need another project because a job that keeps me busy an infant and a teenager just aren’t enough of a challenge? I don’t regret it though. Look… Continue reading Goings on
In an open letter to my younger son,
“That last diaper was a crime! Yet, I’m strangely impressed. In other words, I’ve taken a picture.”