I’m not sure how many of you remember the Great Duck Fiasco of Thanksgiving 2010 (main plot points: Adam attempts to shun centuries of tradition by insisting on duck for the main course instead of turkey; threatens to cook rabbit for Easter if he doesn’t get his way, leading me to yell things like YOU…
When you are the proud owner of an only child, you also find yourself the proud owner of many board games. Granted, this is mostly because playing a board game is infinitely preferable to that “imaginative play” child psychologists are always crowing about, right before they go home to their child-free houses that practically echo…
Since the return from NYC, life has been summertime slow. It’s also been simmering hot, but I promised last winter, the Winter of All That Was Snowy and Horrifyingly Awful Cold, that I wouldn’t complain once it got hot again. So I won’t even comment on how my eyebrows nearly singed off when I went…
And so another long weekend ends. I wish I had all kinds of stirring, electrifying Memorial Dayish stories to relate. I suppose I could make some up. Or I suppose I could tell you The Distressing Tale of the Rock Art Discovered While Landscaping This Weekend, now affectionately known around these parts by its subtitle,…
So, man alive was yesterday fun. It all started with Aura waking up with a sore throat (it was bad really bad could she have tea but only if we had the green tea that didn’t have caffeine and make sure it’s the one from the Japanese market because that one’s better than the Trader…
Once a year or so (say, the second week of May), I get this home decorating itch. For several consecutive days, all those things I try to convince myself to get worked up about the rest of the year suddenly rear their heads into Very Importance. It’ll start with something as simple as noticing that…
When I look at Aura, the vast majority of the time I find her to be a bright, articulate, rather good-looking child. But then there are moments when I gaze upon her and think she might be halfway insane. Granted, I mean halfway insane in the kind, creative sense, more Georgia O’Keefe I-see-vaginas-in-flowers than Charlie…
Well, well. You get a cold, close your eyes, and BAM! it’s two weeks since your last blog post. I’d blame the Sudafed, but we all know I’d leave Adam and possibly Aura in a heartbeat if someone offered me a lifetime supply. So, no vicious lies today. Just a brief update: 1. The Plague…
I’ve been working on a post for a couple of days now, a little ditty addressing Aura’s lifelong fondness for speech, in particular LOUD SPEECH and in more particular LOUD SPEECH IN PUBLIC SETTINGS, but I can’t quite gather the oomph to finish it. We received some news about Adam’s aunt–who is a very, very…
Hello there, persons of the blogosphere! I write to you from atop the Green Mountains, or at least atop one of them, or at least not far from the top of one of them! We have left the wilds of the Greater Boston area for a four-day weekend in Vermont, an event that is becoming…