This isn’t my first marriage. About 20 years ago, I was married. For like… 10 minutes. Technically, it was a little over a year. It’s no secret that I really admire Number 4. And one of the biggest reasons is that she has this internal self-esteem that I never had as a kid. In fact, I’m still […]
Your Daily Dose
If you really knew my daughter, you’d realize that YOU are the one with the problem.
Yesterday was a big day. It was, as Number 4 coined it, Cast-off Day. 4 weeks of missing swim practices, and swim championships, and digging in the sand with one arm, and not really being able to enjoy a bath. 4 weeks of waiting so that she could make up for lost time in the last 2 weeks of […]
It wasn’t art. And it wasn’t French. And we didn’t master it. But we’re getting closer.
The other week, after feeling like a bad mom for constantly telling Number 4 that she couldn’t help me in the kitchen, and to “Just get out!”, I wrote this post. It took some motivation, but two nights ago, Number 4 and I had our first night making dinner together. I read a memoir a few […]
High Times.
Sometime around the age of 18 months old, you learn how to run. And once you learn how to do that, you feel the need to run everywhere. At all times. You run to your mom. You run away from your mom. You see an open door, and that immediately signals, ‘RUN FASTER!!!” You grow a little […]
A picture is worth, well, not much anymore.
Yesterday, because I don’t really have enough things going on, I had Number 3’s entire baseball team,and their families,over for an end-of-the-season party. It was kind of a selfish move — I’d much rather have everyone here, instead of loading up all the kids and shlepping them and all their required paraphernalia to the town park. Or […]
A wrinkle, or 10, in time.
My parents got married when they were 19 and 20. They had me when they were 24, so they were pretty young parents. When I was about 11 or 12, we went to a picnic that was part of my dad’s 20 year high school reunion weekend. I remember thinking how ancient all of my […]
