If ever there should be a new cooking show on PBS, it should definitely be Cooking w/Q. Trust me, this child could rival Julia and Jacques when it comes to repartee. As we prepared Sausage-Apple-Mushroom Stuffing for tomorrow's mock-Thanksgiving, he offered all sorts of bon mots - including the following gem: cooking is "really boring, … Continue reading Cooking w/Q
Category: Boys
On being not cool…
3rd Row Friday morning I got a Facebook message from a fellow Laker-girl making a couple of tickets to the DMB show available to me. Day of the show miracle, I call that. I was so excited to get home and surprise Griffin with the unexpected news. History: after relying upon someone else to get … Continue reading On being not cool…
Bovine & Balls
Chocolate milk cow.Which came first - the cow or the clothes?My husband does not go to fairs or carnivals - ever - which is kind of ironic since he saw like 300 Grateful Dead shows, and really, what were those other than carnivals with music and hallucinogenics? Whatever. I've grown accustomed to the idea that … Continue reading Bovine & Balls
KO’d by Kindergarten Orientation
Coloring the world.This afternoon Quinn and I went to his Kindergarten Orientation at the Albany School of Humanities. Quinn is my youngest child, the one I worked hardest to have and the one whose childhood I've been most ferocious about hanging onto. You'd think that by now, I'd be accustomed to the fact that children … Continue reading KO’d by Kindergarten Orientation
5 Things I hadn’t considered when I decided to have children…
I feel like I'm in a pretty good place with my family. While it would have been interesting to experience parenting a daughter, I'm more than okay with the fact that I have 3 healthy, wanted boys. There are some things, however, that I hadn't anticipated about being a parent. Things like:They would be such … Continue reading 5 Things I hadn’t considered when I decided to have children…
Camp
The word "camp" connotes many different things to people. For me, "camp" reminds me of that place where my mother sent me for a week, the summer before 8th grade, because I was on the verge of getting out of control. I remember a cool monkey bridge, early morning swims in a lake hidden by … Continue reading Camp
Snake Eyes
Eleven years ago today, after a seemingly endless labor, Griffin Hudson joined our family. The birth of that boy was one of my proudest moments; an affirmation that I could, in fact, deliver a healthy, full term baby. Unlike this year's premature version of spring, that particular spring arrived simultaneously with our new baby. I … Continue reading Snake Eyes