Be a clown. Be a clown. All the world loves a clown. I wonder if even Judy Garland and Gene Kelly bought into that, because I’m pretty sure I’ve never met anyone who actually likes clowns. Til Sophie. She digs them. Well, not the way Sophie digs stuff and gets all OCD about it. (This morning […]
What started off as sweet this morning turned ugly by this afternoon. I just listened to a voicemail from Ms. X. Sophie actually made a little boy at school cry today, insisting that he’s not invited to her birthday party. I can’t believe this. Here I’ve spent all of her life (well, except for the three […]
This morning began well before 7 with several (unintentionally, I’m sure) sharp kicks to my lower back and a loud announcement. “It’s April! Then May!” I rolled over in the bed and followed the script. “And what happens in May, Sophie?” “MY BIRFDAY!!!!!!!!!!!” I have created a monster. (Apologies to Sandra Boynton. I love her “Birthday Monsters” […]
I am on my way to teach tonight, and have no business blogging or surfing or facebooking or emailing or even working, but as I was wrapping things up to get the hell out of the office, I noticed that I hadn’t checked out a link suggested by the fabulous Robert Polk. I haven’t had […]
Dorcas the Physical Therapist looked a little concerned this morning. “Do you notice,” she asked, “that Sophie complains a lot about being tired?” I rolled my eyes. Yes, I told her. That’s Sophie’s latest “thing” — she loves to have an easy, go-to topic of conversation. Recent comments/questions (made/asked several times in the span of […]
The Grandma Shrine came down last night. It felt like it was time. I kept all the photos out on the mantle, but the cards and other random Grandma-ish stuff (a page from Annabelle’s journal, a bracelet she’d given Annabelle, the empty hair cream container she also gave her and a bunch of condolence cards) […]
I love this photo. I was flipping through the pictures on my phone last night and noticed it. Then I realized it’s from the Last Outing with Grandma, when we went to the Ritz for afternoon tea. That was February 7. She died two weeks later. Now it’s almost April. It hasn’t been long, not at […]
Last night, I got out the two huge Rubbermaids with the girls’ summer clothes, and almost got through the official seasonal exchange before I passed out — with just one load of laundry and another basketful left to put away. (In our world, the seasonal exchange means swapping a few light jackets for dozens of […]
I’m mad at the PTA. So it’s probably a good thing I can’t make it to the school’s silent auction fundraiser tomorrow night. To be fair, it’s not the entire PTA I’m mad at. Some of my best friends are members. But I’m not. Long before Annabelle started kindergarten, I swore I would never join the PTA. I […]
I couldn’t wait to hear how Ms. X’s classroom observation went. “How’d it go?” I texted toward the end of the day. “Was Sophie swinging from the chandeliers?” No no, Sophie did really well, Ms. X insisted, and her classroom observation with the principal was great. So great she wanted to celebrate, so we met […]
