Sunday, November 27, 2005
No wisecracks this week. If you’re looking for curmudgeonly mom, check back in next week. This week I have too much to ponder. Most of my friends in my ‘burb were made through a new mom’s group. Some of the moms became my closest friends. Others I simply nod at and smile to when I [...]
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
It’s past my blogging time (is that like past my bedtime?) and I really have no business sitting at my computer. There’s cranberry sauce to be made, onions to be carmelized (for the onion-buttermilk rolls), pumpkins to be pied, and assorted other things that need to be done for tomorrow’s dinner. Sweetie is asleep in [...]
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
“What is that?” Adam asked, pointing at a small piece of brown something in our bed. “Ew! I don’t know!” I said, moving away, expecting it to start crawling at any moment. Adam inspected a little closer. He pokes at it. Finally he announces, “It’s bacon.” He looks at me and then to Sweetie Pie [...]
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Sweetie Pie has been fussy, fussy, fussy! Screaming bloody murder screams. Causing Mommy to want to yank her own hair out. Five minutes ago, Sweetie Pie had her first it-was-so-massive-and-gross-I-had-to-throw-out-the-onesie poop. Coincidence? I think not.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
I want to blog today, I really do. But Sweetie Pie doesn’t want me to. Every time I sit down to type, she perks right up and starts to fuss. I will post eventually today… but it could be closer to tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 9, 2005
I deserve a freakin’ medal for not hauling back and whacking this old lady. Doodles and I were having A Day. You know it was One of Those Days days. It started with trying to get him out of the house to run some errands at Target. “Pants off?” he asked, starting to tug at [...]
Wednesday, November 9, 2005
Whenever the phone rings, I tense up and think, “Who the freak is calling me at this hour?” Doesn’t matter what that hour is, any hour is the wrong time to call me, and I will sound grumpy and cranky even if you’re calling to tell me I won Publisher’s Clearinghouse. Here’s when not to [...]
Wednesday, November 9, 2005
I realize from here on out I no longer need to think of what to write in my blog. I can simply transcribe the conversations I have with Doodles. In the car: Doodles: What time is it?Me: [startled] What?Doodles: What time is it?Adam and I look at each other and shrug.Me: It’s 1:47[pause]Doodles: What time [...]
Wednesday, November 2, 2005
Doodles language is growing in leaps and bounds. Some of the recent highlights: –We sing a song in Tot Shabbat called “Shalom Haverim”, which is a hello song in which we sing shalom to all the kids. And Doodles likes to sing it at home. But he sings exactly what he hears: “Shalom, Halloween. Shalom, [...]