Monday, September 10, 2012
My memories of childhood are hazy, which is why that I remember this one fairly clearly is rather odd: I’m nine years old. There’s a movie out that my father is crazy to see. It’s been out for a bit, and apparently everyone is talking about so we make arrangements to go to the movies [...]
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Me: What’s today? 9 year old: My birthday. Me: How does it feel to be a nine year old? 9 year old: I don’t know. I’ve only been awake for three hours. Me: How do you know it’s your birthday? 9 year old: Because yesterday Mom told me that today is my birthday. Me: Where [...]
My baby boy is home. Did you guys hear that? I’ll say it louder. MY BABY BOY IS HOME! And he loved camp. Sob! Next year he wants to go for the four-week session (refresh! refresh! refresh!). I myself had a whirlwind weekend attending the wedding of two high school friends. It was one of [...]
7:20 a.m. “Boy, get dressed. We have to get you to camp.” 7:33 a.m. “Boy, are you dressed? Put down the comic book and get dressed!” 7:41 a.m. “Where are you? How long does it take to get dressed? You need breakfast!” 7:50 a.m. “You are leaving in 10 minutes! Get your butt down here!” [...]
It started out innocuously enough. The song “Call Me Maybe” would play on the the radio, and I’d change the station. It’s an annoying song. Truly. And then a friend posted a link to the Harvard baseball team dancing in their car to the song. She thought it meant she was a cougar, because she [...]
The girl has a minor blackberry addiction. Which is odd because I tried to get the girl to eat blackberries for years, but she hated them until her Nana* fed her some and now she can’t get enough. Which (thanks to my genes directly inherited from said Nana) led to me singing, “Blackberries singing in [...]
The boy is in his room, on his bed, reading in his underwear. Me: You need to get dressed. With CLEAN underwear! The boy: Got it. Me: I’m serious. I’m making a note of your underwear right now. You are wearing your boxers with the stars on it. When you come downstairs I am going [...]
The boy is reading a new book a series about Nicholas Flamel. I bought him the first book (closing my eyes, covering my ears, and saying, “La la la” about it being for ages 12 and up), and he read it quickly. It mentions a–definitely grown-up book–called the The Book of Abramelin. The boy had [...]
On Monday morning of Memorial Day weekend I woke up feeling great. Which means that either I have the stamina of a twenty year old… or I was still drunk. I’m sticking with the former (although I fear it was the latter). Yes, it was yet another weekend in New York. We hadn’t been in [...]
I have a start to a (long) post about our Memorial Day weekend in New York, but things have just been way too busy! For starters, today was the day for pickling the cucumbers. Then it was time to practice letters, both with a quill and ink and on the slate. Then the tin had [...]