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: Liam
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,…
Child of God
Liam, my sweet man who gets more delightful by the day (he’s just so UP FOR IT and READY TO GO and EAGER, YOU’D BETTER BELIEVE IT, LET’S GO FRIENDS!)(I think ALL CAPS is a good way to describe him, actually), was baptized on Sunday. The baptism was surrounded by a lovely weekend involving visiting…
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…
Liam
My child is nearly eight months old. Help me, Rhonda. That is all.