The other night, we hit the mall for Toy Story 3 and some food court action. The movie was great, the food terrible, nothing unexpected. And I wasn’t surprised when Sophie begged to ride the carousel. Typically, I’m the Carousel Girl — happy to take Sophie on it again and and again while Ray and […]
I don’t have a lot of romantic notions about camping — except when it comes to Annabelle. I’d like to think that she’ll look back on our trip last week as part of the Summer She Turned 9 — the summer she danced with her Gaga, performed in a play version of “Diary of A […]
(The title of this post should not be confused with my recent realization that I really need to buy Annabelle a copy of the book, “Where Did I Come From?”) Until last week, I’d never seen Sophie burst into tears and run from the room sobbing. Now I’ve seen it. Over a whoopee cushion. To […]
Annabelle: “Sophie, are you proud of having Down syndrome, or embarrassed?” Sophie: “Happy!”
We are going through some serious cousin withdrawal in our house. Our little fam flew to Denver this past weekend to spend a few days with my sister and her crew. Above is a rare species, the youngest cousin, Sam: The only blonde my sister’s had (her other two have their father’s dark hair) and the […]
The annual ballet recital was Sunday. The girls were cool as cucumbers — see the photos above and below (taken just moments before the performance) for proof. But I was a wreck. I knew it didn’t matter a bit, what happened on stage. This particular studio rents the fanciest space in town for its recital, […]
Someone once told me that you’re not supposed to praise your kid too much. I’m sure there’s some sort of psychology behind it, but I don’t buy it. I don’t think you can praise your kid enough. Not if you mean it, anyway. And if I’m wrong, and it screws them up, I’ll happily pay […]
This morning I was racing around, Monday-style — trying to unearth suitable items for the lunch boxes and figure out how much Sears would charge to come out and look at our broken (again!) dryer — when I realized that Annabelle was reading to Sophie. That’s not such an uncommon occurence, but I felt a […]
