Dear Tropical Storm Lee, I hate you. Signed, Me ******************************************************* I was supposed to fly to NC today, to join my sisters and mother on a fun jaunt in Brevard. Instead, I’m stuck in the house with two stir crazy kids and Backyardigans on repeat. Not quite the disappointment that poor Suzy JD suffered, when…
Category: Jack
Jack and Me and Doctors
I want to begin training for October’s half marathon, but I’m forcing myself to wait until I’ve been to the neurological clinic about my broken back. That appointment is this Thursday. Also this Thursday, we take Jack for his full evaluation for speech and language therapy. Both are appointments that we have waited literally months…
August
August is a month in which I have accomplished pretty much zero. It’s dumb when you pay nearly a grand for your baby to go to a babysitter, but you still get nothing done because you have to watch your preschooler because his stupid school doesn’t start until like four weeks after every other school…
On Being Three Years Old (and Living With Such a Creature)
Three is . . . difficult. Three is anticipating the end of the Sesame Street episode about ten minutes before it comes, and asking incessantly, again and again, if he can watch another one? Can I watch another again? Can I watch another? Pweeese? Pweese pweese?? Mama? Three is demanding to put his own shoes…
Wooking for Wions
Our morning activity today was another long bike ride. I’ve discovered a long, straight, mostly flat path along the mighty Mississip, and I rode along it for a handful of miles today, towing 65 pounds of boy along with me. 40 pounds of boy – that is, Jack – noticed the “Audubon Zoo” sign as…