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 […]
To say that I’m a reluctant exerciser is the understatement of the year — or at least of the last few months. I walked that half marathon at the end of January, and haven’t moved since. Of course that’s not true. I feel like I’ve barely stopped moving. But you wouldn’t call any of it formal […]
When Ray was searching for a picture of Izzy the Cat, he found a great one of Sophie the Baby, or “Soph-a-corn,” as Annabelle puts it, given the unicorn-esque hairdo.
A year ago, we had three cats. Then a neighbor dog got Ernie, an orange Cornish Rex (think Austin Powers’ cat with a bit of hair). And last night — ironically, during a game called “Pets on Parade,” featuring discussion and celebration of each pet in the house — Annabelle found Izzy. Izzy was Ray’s […]
