So normally I'd post all my brilliant and oh-so witty (let me have my delusions–at least until I get some coffee) comments on Twitter, but apparently I can now text posts to Blogger so I thought I'd give you guys minute by minute (sort of) updates of our exciting adventures in Storyland. Of course, you [...]
I’m doing my best to ignore the shrieks coming from upstairs. The boy has his first sleepover tonight. Tab is here, not sleeping on the Aerobed in Doodles’s room. I’ve gone up six times already and those kids, much as I love them, just aren’t the sharpest crayons in the box. I’ve told them they [...]
I volunteer every Wednesday in Doodles's kindergarten class. They're studying community helpers and talking about what they want to be when they grow up. For a couple of years, Doodles had said he wants to be a paleontologist. That's what he drew for his class last week. Today, though, it's a different story. Me: What [...]
When I was about eight or so years old, I told my parents that I wanted to go to Hebrew school and have a bat mitzvah. Now, as I’ve mentioned before, my parents aren’t exactly what you’d call, um, observant. In fact, I think the words we’re looking for are apathetic, atheistic, non-joining Jews (adjectives [...]
Most of you know that I won’t run Boston until I can qualify. I always support my friends when they run for charities, but fund raising is so not my thing. I won’t do it. Okay, disclaimer aside, here’s a little fund raising pitch for a friend of mine. Not for a charity, though. My [...]
Doodles comes downstairs, looking tired. Pie: Hi Monkey Boy. Hi Doodles!Adam: Hi Monkey BoyPie: He doesn’t like to be called Monkey Boy or Bugs.Adam: Oh really? You know what else he doesn’t like?Pie: What?Adam: To wear PJs.Pie: You know that book where his marble goes down the drain? [She’s talking about Alexander and the Terrible, [...]
From the “takes after his father” department:Doodles had a playdate over, a girl from his kindergarten class, J. They were playing nicely, but at one point J. bumped her head and came to find me. Nothing serious, but I gave her an ice pack and yelled down to the playroom for Doodles.Doodles: What?Me: Could you [...]