This kid has flow like a river. Maybe that's what you get when you give a child a middle name like Hudson. He's got such a wonderful warmth to him, always generous with the hugs, and people simply like him. It's charm at its most essential. In a hundred ways he reminds me of me, … Continue reading Mythical beast baby
Category: Boys
Deutschland, 2017
As our long awaited trip approaches, Quinn and I are both getting excited for our upcoming adventure. I'm kind of impressed with this kid's pick for his Mom & Me adventure - the Black Forest and Berlin, with a 2 day pit stop in Nuremberg, on my request, to break up the drive. This will … Continue reading Deutschland, 2017
The right things
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
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
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