One of my favorite writers (full disclosure, a former student, but I swear, she already knew it all before she took our class) has a blog with a great name: aarpmom.blogspot.com Check it out. Mary Ellen is hilarious, but in a wonderfully mellow way I can only aspire to. Here’s a sample, from her own […]
I’m not sure who Shakira is. That’s how dumb I am. And the worst part is that I should know who Shakira is, since I have a People magazine waiting by my bed. (I even subscribe, for crying out loud.) I think she’s a singer. Anyhow, apparently she’s a rocket science and I’m spending too […]
It seemed like a good idea to buy the soundtrack to “Across the Universe”. Annabelle’s really into the Beatles right now. Conversation in the car: “Mommy, is that a Beatles song?” “Yes.” (Few minutes later.) “Mommy, is that a Beatles song?” “Yes.” (Few minutes later.) “Mommy, is that –” “Yes!” “Mommy, don’t you think the […]
Last week, Sophie started calling Ray and me “Daddy-o” and “Mommy-o”. I have no idea where that came from, but it’ll be appropriate, I suppose, at Annabelle’s bowling-themed birthday party Sunday. (I’m bummed — I wanted to put “We Had a Bowl” on the goody bag tags, but realized in the nick of time that, um, […]
I maintain that Sophie’s the best judge of character. If she gives you the thumbs up, I’ll be your friend, too. So I wasn’t surprised when, within minutes of her arrival, Megan had already been whisked away to Annabelle’s room for a visit with Dr. Sophie, equipped with plastic toys from a half dozen doctors […]
It’s official. I have to find Sophie some friends. At least, some play dates — specifically, the therapists tell me, play dates with girls (or very mellow boys) a little younger, 3 and a half or 4. And it’s got to be in a controlled environment: One on one. For about an hour. Annabelle can’t […]
Somehow, the topic of underpants came up at dinner the other night. I have written in the past about how I feel, as Sophie’s mother, a responsibility to make sure she always looks her best. That means no overalls or sailor shirts, and I’m still debating the denim dress with star-shaped bandana-print appliques, silver studs […]
One day when Annabelle was about a year and a half old, I plopped her in her high chair, shoved the Grinch into the VCR and gave her some orange construction paper and blue paint. She made some lovely, messy finger paintings that I proudly framed and gave away as holiday gifts. This afternoon, I plopped […]
“Sophie, want to play with my iphone?” Now that’s a line you’ve never going to hear coming out of my mouth. It came instead from under a dark green sheet, in the form of Ray, half-asleep and desperate for a few more minutes. Annabelle slept til 9 this morning, and Ray and I would sleep […]
Poor Rosy. If Ernie hadn’t died, she would have been headline news much earlier this week. She’s been the topic of discussion in print before — I once sold a piece about her to salon.com for enough money to buy a red Kate Spade organizer, which I carried for years. (You can read the piece here: […]
