The schedule my boys’ dad and I share is probably unique, but it’s been working for all of us for more than 5 years. There’s a good bit of back and forth for the guys, with them generally spending no more than two consecutive nights in either house but, since our two houses are literally … Continue reading The right things
Category: Boys
Breaking (bad) boys
Is it just my kids who seem to break the most random household stuff? I'm not talking about the odd dish or glass, I'm talking about entire hanging racks of stemware, furniture and Sheetrock walls. I mean, how do they do it? The most recent thing to be destroyed in my home is a wall … Continue reading Breaking (bad) boys
Lola Shine(s) at the Hangar
I’m not exactly certain how it happened, but February flew right by me. I’m cutting myself some slack since it’s a short month filled with 2 Fabulous Lilly Boy birthdays, a major restaurant holiday and a week of vacation, but still…I wish there were a couple of more days to do even more things. My … Continue reading Lola Shine(s) at the Hangar
NYC observations
It's a weird February when the snow drops are in bloom and the daffodils are already 5" high in Central Park. Speaking of things that are a weird height, the cool guys were all wearing pants that we would have called "floods (short for floodwaters)" back in the day. Lots of exposed ankles. In general, … Continue reading NYC observations
A Sunday kind of love
It's 7:55 in the morning. Sunday. Since getting out of bed, I've taken Jeter out, sorted laundry and started a load in the wash, made cupcakes (from a box), waffles (from scratch) and changed the sheets. Is this normal? I mean, on my day "off?" As the cupcakes cool and the laundry spins, I read … Continue reading A Sunday kind of love
My dirty dozen boy
February 9th will mark the day that twelve years ago Quinn Padraig arrived and completed my family. Of all my babies, my pregnancy with him was the most challenging – there was an amnio, second trimester spotting, and enough ultrasounds to make a flip book of his growth. Gestating that guy was an intense combination of … Continue reading My dirty dozen boy
Who are you?
Yeah, you. My reader. It's been more than 7 years, 2 domains and a divorce since DelSo was born. Over the years I've shared a lot of my life and self here, in print. You, as a reader, have come to know me on some level from my words. What makes you return here (assuming … Continue reading Who are you?
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