Our girls go back and forth between two houses. When they were little, when I was first in the picture, my husband and I decided that in order to make this back and forth feel less jarring, we needed to create a stable, even keel, calm, and structured environment in our home. When they were little, that … More Nonnegotiables
Yesterday our oldest little girl turned ten. TEN. Please hold while I breathe in a bag for a minute. Last year I wrote a post about this particular love of my life. She continues to surprise me with her wit, make me proud with her kindness, and remind me of myself at her age. I … More Roar.
I mentioned this here, but, when I was a kid I used to visit relatives in Cincinnati for a week or two in the summers. I loved visiting my aunt, uncle, and cousins, and my mom likely loved just a teensy bit of time absent of my incessant talking. I talk a lot. Anyway…one year … More Bippity. Boppity. Boo.
This morning as I looked in the mirror to give myself one last look before moving on with my morning, I sighed heavily and muttered “this is the best I can do today.” Truth is, this is day two of wearing a hat with my hair in pigtails, I wore sweats the first two days … More The. Best. I. Can. Do.
The first time my littlest little girl told me she loved me was about a month after I’d met the little girls. We were in Target, she was still little enough to sit in the seat at the front of the cart, and she was parked firmly in the undies and socks aisle. I was … More Past. Heaven.
When I was single I was picky. My friends, all married, would try to set me up with great guys. But, like Seinfeld, I could easily find flaws in most of the men with whom dates had been scheduled. There was the guy who liked baseball (what guy doesn’t like baseball?) which I was excited … More If. It. Ain’t. A. Hell. Yes.
Last night the little girls and I were on our way home from the gym. There is a home in our community that has their land filled to the rims with colorful sculptures. They line the winding driveway and surround the house. Some are crazy things we aren’t sure of, others are things like peacocks … More Storybook. Sundays. And. Fairy. Tales. Forever.
It was one of those moments of epic failure. I was hurrying to finish-up my hair and get out of the house when my littlest little girl came out of her room with a defeated look on her face and a plastic baggy with her tooth in her hand. “She didn’t come” she said dejectedly. “The … More The. Tooth. Fairy. Can’t. Fly. In. The. Rain.
Oh. My. God. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!!! I’m off work today and the little girls and I decided to go to our local community center’s indoor park. I’m not kidding you…I may have actually found hell on earth. I like kids, I swear I do, in fact I even really really love some of them. But … More Just. A. Little. Patience.
So about Cousin A (she’s left a couple comments on this blog). She actually IS my cousin…it’s not just a clever name. She and I go back…well since we were babies…but for most of our lives we’ve lived thousands of miles apart. Not convenient for cousins who truly adore each other…as we do…but we make … More Our. Little. Secret.
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