Jack

  • Panic Level – Mild

    *very boring, whiny bar complaint post below.  I make no excuses – this falls under the “therapeutic” category of blog posts – but I do offer you this opportunity to bail.* I’ve reached…

  • Peace

    I have been granted by my generous family a full day in the house child-free, during which time I am attempting to catch up on bar bri.  (Three days behind.  Already.  Cursed move.)…

  • Splash

    Whenever it rains in New Orleans, the streets turn into swimming pools.  The boys, along with our upstairs neighbor, donned boots and puddle-stomped, while I supervised them and also a morning yard sale.…

  • To Throw a Birthday Party

    I am surfacing briefly, gulping some air before diving back down into the miserable, murky sea of finals week, in order to bring my eldest son’s adoring fans a few pictures from his…

  • A Big Boy

    “I don’t wanna put my pants on, Mama,” he whines at me, plaintive, annoying.  He is literally dragging his feet, and every other part of his body – hands slack at his sides,…