Yeah, so, as previously stated, the homemade Christmas thing was pretty much a bust. I made two dozen bracelets and a million cookies, but still had to fill in with books (sans the homemade fortune cookies to go with “The Fortune Cookie Chronicles”) and other storebought stuff. Only a few gift cards. I did finish […]
My husband discovered WalMart this year, which means that now, post-Christmas, there’s a lot of cheap plastic in the house (all given with great love; he was excited to shower the girls with gifts) but Santa brought a few notable items, as well. Annabelle received ZhuZhu pets (again, procured by Ray, who was smart enough to spot […]
In honor of the day, here is a song we’ve been composing all season — “OUR SONG,” Annabelle calls it. Sing it (if you dare) to the tune of “Chestnuts Roasting….” It’s darn close to what Annabelle came up with, particularly at the end, where I got more magnanimous (and tired). And have a wonderful […]
I think I’ll be visiting my parents’ home a lot more from now on. Sure, it’ll be nice to see them, but I’ll also be stopping by to see the girls — in the form of my mom’s holiday gift, a painting by Amanda Blake, creator of the girl in the party hat and one […]
Here is a piece I wrote and never had the chutzpah to submit anywhere. If you are a regular Girl in a Party Hat reader, you might know some of the details already, so apologies in advance. Also, there are no pictures from last Christmas; I looked. But here is a photo taken the day […]
I know Ray was not looking forward to Sophie’s cardiologist appointment today. About two and a half years ago, he brought her in for her six month appointment. The doctor pronounced her healthy, and put us down for annual visits — a big milestone. Then the doctor read the results of the eccocardiogram they’d done […]
This hardly does her justice, but here’s a piece I did about my mother this morning for the local NPR station in Phoenix. Now you’ll understand, I hope, why in our house we currently attend The Church of Dance — even if it means I’m at a loss when it comes time to explain Hanukkah. […]
I’m surprised it didn’t happen before the sixth night. After we’d lit the candles, said the prayer and opened the gifts last night, Sophie split, but Annabelle stood in the kitchen watching the candles (in a rather motley display, I have to confess, with the menorah decoratively placed on the Formica, just out of reach […]
We are over the Hanukkah hump — it’s already the sixth night. The season’s slipping by way too quickly, despite my complaints about all the work it creates. And so, a small break to appreciate Sophie’s new holiday shirt (above) and Annabelle’s gingerbread house.
From the “now I’ve heard everything” category, a while ago there was a piece on Marketplace about the Slow Media Movement. Like Slow Food, but with real mail and landlines. Of course, as the story admitted, the movement’s being promoted on Facebook. Ridiculous. But I will say that while I’ve become a texting/googling/emailing/multi-tasking fool, I do […]
