The universal and the unique are at war when parents try to describe their children to other people. Jack is Everyman at eight – everything I could say about him will sound like what all parents say about their offspring, and in many ways he is an eight year old like every other eight year…
Category: Jack
Why My Sons are the Best
Craig knows new words every day. Every day. Today, for example, he said such sentences as “No bedtime yet for Craig.” “Line ’em up, cars!” “I want juice or milk baba.” “Aunt Corrie, Aunt Caki, Aunt Amanda, uuuuuum, who else? Nana! Grandpa Doc!” When he is being disciplined (gently) or put to bed or similar…
Saturday Afternoon Meal Planning
Taking a break from worky work to do domestic work (including meal planning), after which I shall go back to worky-work some more. Although this indubitably sucks, it’s not all work this Saturday – we did squeeze in a trip to the New Orleans Insectarium today, which was by no means relaxing, given the children,…
Babies Babies Babies
I’m surrounded by preggos. One friend at work just had a baby girl and three others are pregnant with boys (due in December, January, and March). My sister is also due to have a baby girl any old day now, as is a cousin down in Florida. It’s fun. It’s also been great to remove…
Those Boys, Though
Yesterday, Jack went to a Cub Scout meeting with his dad. Craig was asleep, and so it was just Liam and me. Middle child that he is, my Liam flourishes under individual attention – and he so rarely gets it. I took the stolen moment. First we got out paints and paper, and he painted…