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 totally numb from wearing high heeled strappy black sandals (with crystal adornments!) to the Orpheus ball, along with my too-tight, too-many-years-ago black…
Category: Jack
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 up by noon at the latest, or they start charging a zillion bucks a minute. So I have to leave my school,…
Our Walk
“Mama!” I hear from the back of the house. “MAMA!” “What, Jack? What do you need?” “Mama, we to go the dragon?” I am walking towards the sound of his voice, and I find him there in our back hall, sitting in his “dragon” – a cherry red Radio Flyer wagon that his grandparents bought…
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 who had this recently, so when the pediatrician gave us the diagnosis, I already knew that it is no longer a scary…
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 am going to link them, but not profoundly. Jack is very sick, so we are sitting on the couch watching the Backyardigans…