Years after we should have made some proper estate planning changes (read: a couple of years ago) (read read: like we were supposed to) (read read read: but you’re also supposed to have a wedding album made after you’re married yet that hasn’t stopped me from staring at two boxes of proofs for six years,…
Preschool’s been out for only a few days, yet the adventure pickings suddenly seem rather slim. This is in large part because Aura and I jumped the gun a bit on summer once the warm weather appeared on the scene, what with the mini golfing and the playgrounds and the hiking. (See how I sneaked…
<rant> So! Let’s talk about that last blog post, shall we? The one in which I basically follow the tried-and-true Make Fun of Adam tradition, but this time tie it to how his daughter knows him so well that she tells her teacher that Daddy likes to “cook cocktails”? Yeah, that one. I’m not 100%…
So, the day before Aura graduates from preschool, Adam wants to call a parent-teacher conference. All because he thinks Aura’s teacher is prejudiced against alcohol. Let me back up here and explain. Since school ends before Father’s Day, the kids made premature “My Dad is Great” cards that they then brought home yesterday. The card…
By day, they are nothing but playthings, inanimate bits of plastic, their oversized heads lolling all over their stupendously stupid little bodies. By night, they are so much more. Actually, not all that much more, but a little bit more. Maybe not a bit more, either. More like a smidge. Yes. A SMIDGE. A SMIDGE…
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…
Kate’s Tips for Surviving Your Child’s First Dance Recital 1. Know your own hair limitations. After you attempt to put your four-year-old’s hair in a “ballerina bun” 501 times and she continues to resemble a geisha after a particularly rough night, admit defeat and pay an actual stylist. Ignore all Toddlers & Tiaras guilt and…
Tonight finds me conflicted. Anxiety-ridden from the business expansion, nervous from information presented at the recent blogging conference, and all heart-racey from a few aprés-dinner jelly beans (okay, so maybe it was more than a few; a generous handful, we’ll say) (I sense that you can see that I’m lying there, despite the fact that…
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…