by Mir | Apr 30, 2009 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
All day—as I worked, ran around doing various delightful things like taking my son to the orthodontist to have part of his gums lasered off (note to self: BUY MEDAL AND ICE CREAM)—I kept thinking I would find my happy place and return to my computer ready...
by Mir | Apr 29, 2009 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
It feels like we’ve been laying low, the last few days. Sure, we’re doing our regular things—school, work, shuffling the kids to and fro—but it all feels kind of… muted. Every morning I check the news; the perpetrator of last...
by Mir | Apr 27, 2009 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience", My name is Grumplestiltskin, Offspring: ecstasy and agony
On Saturday, Otto needed to be on campus all day for a workshop, so the kids and I were left to fend for ourselves. No matter—we slept late, lolled around in our jammies, and about three hours later than we normally have breakfast, I made the kids some French...
by Mir | Apr 25, 2009 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Other than her very first year of life—where she went from a froggy little blob to a walking, talking, demanding little creature—I can think of no other year of Chickadee’s life where she seems so changed, to me. She began smelling less like a kid....
by Mir | Apr 24, 2009 | Detritus
It’s supposed to be 89 degrees here today. EIGHTY. NINE. DEGREES. In April. (Nope, I don’t think I will ever get used to it. That’s some craziness, right there.) When we did the big closet clean-out a few weeks ago, we took a load of the kids’...
