As we were lying in bed with Aura the other night, reading her some princess story or another, I couldn’t help but snort with derision. “Seriously?” I muttered to Adam. “Am I going to have to burn my bra before someone finally calls Gloria Steinem?” He shushed me and continued the tale, which, if I’m remembering correctly, involved frog…
Inspired by what has become a swath of unseasonably warm weather, Aura and I headed over to Harvard Square today for a little exploring. As we were tooling around the area, I decided to formally introduce Aura to Harvard itself. “Maybe you’ll want to go here someday!” I chirped sunnily to Aura, ducking through one of…
…And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made. DAY 8 Setting: 1980s, Earth …And God looked down upon what he had created and was not pleased. “These people!” God said. “They are spending wildly and…
When my mom moved in with us after breaking her hip last month, I worried about how Aura would adjust. She was used to being the center of my attention most days, minus preschool hours and Daddy time. Would she resent the time I spent helping my mother? Would she start to act out? Renege on using…
Really, it should be no surprise to me that Aura is not the bravest kid on the playground. In fact, if derring-do is hereditary, she’s pretty much downright screwed. Her father does not have a very athletic past and I…well, I was kicked out of ballet class at six years old. My foray into elementary…
Readers, please let me introduce you to Bunny BB. Just to be clear, that’s Bunny BB. He will not respond to a simple ”Bunny.” He routinely ignores ”BB.” He is BUNNY BB. It is very minutely possible that his name is the result of certain parents maniacally trying to instill phonics and word sounds at too early an age (six months “Milk! Makes a…
The thing is, she doesn’t even drink soda. Sure, the very occasional root beer now and then, but honestly, she’s a water-milk-and-apple-juice kind of girl, with a penchant for seltzer. I place the blame for the World’s Longest, Loudest, and Overall Worst-Ever (Ever) Tantrum squarely on the managers of Pizzaella, the hole-in-the-wall pizza spot in…
Until very recently, I swore up and down that I would never move Aura from her crib to an actual bed. Given her non-interest in climbing out, I figured we’d broach the subject of a Big Girl Bed right around the time she headed off to middle school, or perhaps when she developed the cunning…