October 26, 2018

5,468 days.

He stands, arms outstretched, holding my towel out for me to step into. “I am your towel rack” But are you my heated towel rack I ask him. We had left the bathroom store Wordlessly he brings the towel to his mouth and begins blowing on it like he did when our boys lost their mittens in the Vermont winters. He would be crouched down scratchy face to shiny one. Both of his large hands would wrap around the little dimples one and he would lower his face and warm freezing fingers. “You are Read more [...]
October 16, 2018

When to break the rule(s)

We don't have many rules in our house and the ones we have are filled loopholes. Still I managed to break my prime directive today. I will save that for last. We wait until everyone is at the table to start eating. Pretty much. We are allowed to eat vegetables with our fingers while waiting. Leo had a sad day when he realized peppers were a fruit. Yet we allowed it. This is a loophole to a loophole. Picture Escher and Archimboldo together in a vegetable mobius. Vegetables and peppers with our Read more [...]
August 20, 2018

11 steps for the lazy parent to crush the first day of school

Missing water bottles, bedhead,  a healthy breakfast that works with a nervous belly, parents popping champagne. The first day of school is a struggle and a celebration. After 11 years of practicing lazy parenting Steve and I have finally tipped the scales from tantrum to terrific (and yes, I am talking about me.)  Even more importantly, so have our boys. What does the first hour of our day look like? 1.Waking up. The boys have been managing their morning alarms for five years. For some Read more [...]
June 18, 2018

How to handle a bad hair day.

Just go to the coffee shop naked. No one will notice your hair. I considered it. I really did. I'm pretty sure I have never had a "good" hair day. My hair is neither long nor short, it is neither light nor dark, it is neither straight nor curly. After years of just being blah my hair has given up. It has decided simply to leave me. So as my chin hairs grow thicker and glossier with each passing day my head hair is following a pattern baldness that makes me question (once again) the level Read more [...]
May 22, 2018

The life and death of being a parent

I am looking down at my shoes when I see hers. My flip flops have faded to a color that blends with my pale feet.  Into my square of sidewalk leaps a pair of converse high tops. I look up, but not too far, to see a frilly dress, a freckled smile and mis matched pigtails. One is low the other is high and the girl runskipwalks quickly past me. She is headed to one of her last days of one of her first years of school. I get a bit of that almost summer feeling and forget my flip flops. Half a block Read more [...]
May 16, 2018

What happens when a piece of your family is gone?

I am holding the iPad at an angle so it is the boys' faces reflected in the screen not my own. Steve's face looms over me at this angle. He is fumbling for his ear buds so we see first his nose, then the lapel of his linen suit, then the ceiling of the covered Tokyo walkway. While he apologizes I watch the square in the corner where his sons' faces are angled towards him. Their brows are smooth, Oliver's hair, wet from the shower, flops over one side of his face. We are getting it cut in two days Read more [...]
May 9, 2018

Things that happen when you are 44

Since I don't expect to live past 88, 44 seems like a good as age as any to review some realities of mid life. You can't remember if it is Wednesday. Sort of like answer C on multiple choice tests Wednesday is really the best guess. Spoiler: It IS Wednesday. You require specialty pillows, ear plugs, and Tums to sleep. Might I suggest the melt aways. And special women's earplugs. Those two X chromosomes really prefer pink plugs. You notice agism as much as gender inequity. Read more [...]
April 16, 2018

We’ve been slimed

In a way it is what any parent dreams of. Part science, part art, all passion. When Leo started saving his money to spend on giant bottles of glue I was grateful. Finally a sensory experience beyond the world of Minecraft. I was so naive. Shaving cream (stolen from the master bath). Fancy shampoo (stolen from out guest bath). Laundry detergent (stolen from the laundry room). Baking soda (stolen from our pantry). Corn starch (ditto) all combined with the giant glue to create, well, my nightmare. For Read more [...]
March 14, 2018

Doomsday Doctor

Oliver broke both wrists skiing. He handled it pretty well. We went from splints to casts and he exclaimed over how strong and supported he felt. He might have been the first child ever to tell his parent that he REALLY couldn't stick things into his casts to help the itching. I tried to tell him that his FINGER was not the same as a sharpened pencil but he wouldn't have it. He knocked on the casts to help with itching as the med tech had instructed. Even she knew this was futile as she met my Read more [...]
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