kaos
After several false starts we've got a snow day. A fucking snow day. For those of you that live somewhere that actually gets snow let me explain a Portland snow day to you. You only know it's a snow day because the school district calls to
babble
It began as a conversation with my daughter. Discussing eyes. Then eyelashes. Mascara. We ended up at fake eyelashes. The fake eyelash is something that many women have a chance to get to know throughout their lives. Some of us loathe them. Some of us love them. Some of us
food
I'm making potato salad. I am. I'm doing it and none of you can stop me. Mostly because I've already made the potato salad. Yeah. Stressful. Don't you get it? That it's stressful? Because it is. Because I don'
kaos
This post was going to be called "may the cheese ball be with you..." because as I type this up I'm in bed with a bad cold snuggling with my kiddo and watching Star Wars Episode V. But Cheese Ball and Star Wars in a blog
babble
School has been back in session for a couple of weeks. I know 5 people with kids that have already gotten sick and, oh, what's that sound? And hark, do I hear the dulcet tones of of my charming child... oh.... No. That's not what I
k
mommified
K and I decided on a change of scenery for lunch today so I packed up her sandwich and my salad, grabbed some lemonade from the fridge and we were off to the park to eat lunch under the trees. After choosing a table with just the right mixture of
mommified
babble
Over the last 5 years that K has been in school (2 year preschool, kindergarten, first grade and now second grade is ending) I have slowly weened her off the pack animal that is mama. When she was in preschool all I could think was "Seriously, she's
babble
There's an internal monologue which plays through my head in the mornings as I go about my tasks. Stick to my schedule. As I wake K from slumber, get her ready for school not so much by doing for her as I used to, but by carefully not
babble
Two days before I left on my trip to Austin my mother flew in from the Midwest. She came for two reasons, both greatly appreciated. My trip was very close to my daughters birthday, for which my mom comes into town each year anyway. But the timing, the early arrival
babble
Every night has the same routine. That doesn't mean that every night is the same. They all have their own special set of circumstances. A different set of challenges. Conversations. A new story to read or a new chapter to begin. The pjs change. Sometimes the cats curl