I’m not sure which time it happened — whether it was on the occasion of Sophie’s first open heart surgery, when she was four months old, or the second, when she was four years old. We were ushered into a tiny exam room at Phoenix Childrens Hospital — a pre-surgery check, it’s where they put […]
Last night was pretty magical. The girls and I were invited to our dear friend Kathy’s house, to make Father’s Day gifts. As she explained to Annabelle and Sophie (and two other little girls who came along), for as long as she can remember, Kathy’s made her own father chocolate chip cookies every Father’s Day. […]
As we lounged in the tent, waiting for Ray to return with firewood, I told the girls a little story that went something like this: Once upon a time, there was a boy named Ray and a girl named Amy. When Ray was a little boy, his family loved to camp, and one of their favorite […]
Friday was a very Rosy day. Our home is always pretty rosy — if not in temperament, at least in the names of its residents: Rosie the blanket, Rosy the dog and of course Annabelle Rose. (I would have named her Rosy if I could have gotten away with it.) And so when Rosy the dog got […]
“Groooooooss!” I called out to my mom, as I got out of the pool at her house the other day. “I think you have mice. Take a look.” “Yeah, I’ve seen it,” she replied, annoyed, as we gazed at what appeared to be rodent droppings on the terra cotta tile. “But what’s that tweeting I […]
Sophie’s birthday party was diy. If all goes according to plan, Annabelle’s will be DIY. So far, so good. We made the invitations ourselves (okay, I admit that’s at least partly because I never can figure out any sort of photoshop-esque program on the computer). I was not surprised when Annabelle’s turned out better than mine. […]
One last mention of the trip to New York, I promise. As I was leaving the hotel for the final time, the doorman handed me my bag and asked where I was headed. “Phoenix,” I replied, in a way that did not indicate a great deal of excitement. He got it. “Oh. I lived there […]
This morning, Sophie was in our bed (as usual) and Ray was teasing her (as usual) and she said, clear as a bell, “Don’t attack me again, Daddy.” I sat up. Wow. “Good sentence!” I told her. Sad that typical play — whatever that is — has to be interrupted by such thoughts, but hey, […]
I am home. I mean it. And that’s saying something, considering I spent the last 2 and a half days in New York City, the place I always assumed I’d call home, from the time I saw Sesame Street — followed by a life-long barrage of manufactured scenes set in a city far more glamorous […]
