At 7, Annabelle’s way better with a video camera (actually, I think it’s an attachment on our old digital camera, which Ray gave her) than I am. While Sophie and I were at Trader Joe’s yesterday, Annabelle made a movie. She had a little help from Ray, but he swears she filmed the whole thing […]
Today Annabelle and I went to Kate Belly Button’s birthday party. (You know, it could be that I’ve already introduced Kate Belly Button, but the truth is that it’s close to midnight and I’ve promised myself I’ll deal with at least one overflowing basket of laundry before bed, so I figure I either have time […]
It started last week. Appropos of nothing (nothing I knew of, anyway) Annabelle came home from camp with a Magic Markered diagram, depicting instructions for making shoes. The next morning, I couldn’t budge her away from the dining room table, she was so engrossed in typing paper, scissors and tape. By the time we finally […]
Nothing like the confirmation that your 7-year-old does most things better than you. Nine times out of 10, when I tell Sophie it’s time to do her hair, she hollers (lately she’s been looking down, stamping her foot and making a snorting noise — all too similar to a horse, I know) and refuses. The […]
I’ll never forget that right after Sophie was born, my sister said to my mother, “Well, Amy will always have someone to get a pedicure with.” I love that line. And while it’s not always true (Sophie’s certainly not up for EVERYTHING), she’s pretty game. Yesterday afternoon I asked Annabelle if she’d like to bake […]
I watched it. Turned out, it was a very old tape (much heavier than current VHS tapes, which I guess are lighter because they’re getting ready to go POOF altogether, followed by DVDs, leaving me screwed) with Alfred Hitchcock’s “Notorious” taped after the 1992 documentary “Educating Peter,” which a friend had given me — she […]
The double messy bun has turned out to be such a big hit that Sophie requests the ‘do regularly. This morning Annabelle (who normally puts her own hair back in a low ponytail, unless it’s post-bath, in which case she’ll grudgingly let me comb her hair out and braid it) requested the same. I was […]
I rolled over this morning and noticed it on the floor, an old VHS tape, “Educating Peter” scribbled on the label. I really should shove that in the box, I thought, rolling back the other way to avoid morning and the inevitable ouslaught in the wake of a vacation. Or, I suppose, I could watch it. Last […]
It was a mistake to try to make dinner tonight. It’s not like I cook often. And we’d just gotten back from the beach, so surely I had an excuse. But Ray’d clearly gotten into the habit, over the last week, of eating more than Ritz crackers and Lorna Doones in the evening span Americans […]
It’s official. Our family is switching over from the high five to the fist bump. I’ll admit it, this decision was made after I read last week’s NYT magazine and learned that William Safire has noticed the fist bump, thus dragging it into the public lexicon in a way I just can’t ignore. Plus, I […]
