by Mir | Jun 29, 2004 | What do I do all day?
Monkey hopped in bed with me at 8:30 this morning (much later than usual; divine) after making a very wide circle around the bed while soliloquizing as only a four-and-a-half-year-old can about how he was going to be so very careful not to touch my ouchie belly and be...
by Mir | Jun 28, 2004 | Health is overrated
My conscience phoned me this evening. My conscience is, of course, a dear friend who knows me too well. It was early suppertime, and my father was being Super Grandpa and making french toast for the kidlets, and I was merely taking bacon out of the package and...
by Mir | Jun 28, 2004 | Detritus
How momentous to cross this esteemed barrier on such a scholarly subject! But that’s just who I am… a woman who knows when to hold ’em, knows when to fold ’em… knows when to walk away… knows when to yap about my hair as if it were...
by Mir | Jun 27, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
(Or, “The more things change, the more they stay the same”.) Monkey: Nice Mama. *said while gingerly patting me all over, as if I were made of the most delicate porcelain, or perhaps hair-trigger explosives* Chickadee: Want me to sing you a song I learned?...
by Mir | Jun 27, 2004 | What do I do all day?
Yay 1: Despite a rather horrid night of asleep and not and nightmares and awake and general ikkiness, since rising this morning I have not considered vomiting even once. And I ate some breakfast, even! I mean, yes, okay; I still feel very much as though I was run over...
