Category: Boys

Florence + the Machine – SPAC, 9/16/12

Last weekend may have been one of the best weekends ever.  The weather was outstanding, the Wine Bar was beautifully busy, Lark Fest was once again a joy, and I got to take my middle son to SPAC to close out the season.  Yep, pretty friggin' awesome. When the show was first announced, I decided a … Continue reading Florence + the Machine – SPAC, 9/16/12 →

Under my thumb to under a microscope – a lesson in parenting.

A lesson in parenting for me, that is.  I don't know when it happened, but there seems to be a shift in the dynamic in my house and I'm not real happy about the change.  The boys are growing up, yet there remains a real chasm gap between their sense of self and their sense … Continue reading Under my thumb to under a microscope – a lesson in parenting. →

Defining Luxury

Someone needs to explain to my children that spending two weeks at the beach every summer is a luxury, not something to be taken for granted. It's always been important to me that the boys have traditions in their lives, certain experiences that provide a constant thread throughout their childhoods.  Cape Cod vacations have been … Continue reading Defining Luxury →

Are you my mother? And who’s my daddy?

image: http://blog.schoollibraryjournal.com It's been a weird weekend...I kind of hit the wall on a number of levels, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say, hit the wall  with numerous body parts.  Truth be told, I probably used my head the most.  I had so many options available to me; concerts, and old friends, … Continue reading Are you my mother? And who’s my daddy? →

Very nice, funny and huggable

image: http://www.prlog.orgAt least that's how my youngest described me in this year's utterly precious Mother's Day card.  Yep, it's a keeper.  This was my 16th Mother's Day and it contained both poignant and annoying moments. Kind of like motherhood,  in general,  I guess. Quinn gave me a marigold, Griffin gave me a song and dance … Continue reading Very nice, funny and huggable →

Motherhood – adapted and adopted

When my oldest son was born via an unanticipated c-section, I felt incredibly removed from the process.  I suspect it was more because of the drugs I was given than his method of arrival.  I believe I've mentioned I don't really care for pharmaceuticals before. Afterwards, I remember confessing to a friend that I could have … Continue reading Motherhood – adapted and adopted →