Jack
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So . . . Mardi Gras Happened
I feel like I’ve been picked up and shaken by that vicious terrier known as Mardi Gras. There are bags under my eyes and the middle toe of my right foot is still…
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Parades, Parades, Parades
I’m at school with the car. Jack’s at preschool. Liam is at home with the nanny. The nanny has a noon class, so I have to relieve her at 11:45. Jack needs picked…
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Your axle has broken, your oxen have died, and you are sick from dysentery.
My kid has scarlet fever. Just one kid, so far, though when one goes, they all go, so I’m just waiting for Liam to break out in a rash. I’ve known a boy…
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Puke, Html code, and the Backyardigans
I thought I’d try one of those nifty titles that collects a bunch of non-related items into a list and makes you think I’m going to link them in some profound way. I…