‘Mommy, we asked you for hamachi and tamago!’
Last Friday, it happened again. I served dinner, and everybody cried. Well, not me or my husband, or the cat. Just the two little boys with rarefied tastes – who are far too… Read More
Last Friday, it happened again. I served dinner, and everybody cried. Well, not me or my husband, or the cat. Just the two little boys with rarefied tastes – who are far too… Read More
The stainless refrigerator that came with our house is, like, so 2011. People who make fridges are now all atwitter about an exciting new finish. It’s so cutting-edge. So avant-garde. It’s … a… Read More
The Younger has a new thing. Not wearing his pants. Not wearing any pants. Not when he plays, not when he chases the cat, not when he decides he needs to pee on… Read More
I’ve missed living in a part of the country where Marshmallow Fluff counts as an entree. Decades later, I find myself living in little “Portlandia,” Seattle, where a nanny once expounded to me… Read More
If you live with a person who’s about two years old, you’re probably familiar with the weird things we say to get them to do things. Or, um, to stop doing things. And… Read More
I have one of those rare 24-month-olds who’s already naming dinosaur species. “T. Wex!” he shouts. “Scared,” he mumbles, making his tiny mouth into his best little frowny face. What I fail to… Read More
Before I even finished my coffee yesterday, I heard, “Ow, ow, ow! There’s a sticker on my penis! Ow! Ow! Help, Mommy! Help! Help! HELP!!!!!” Um, what? Um, hello? “Uh, what do you… Read More
The CDC nearly took down its own Web site this week when the excited masses learned it had featured a blog post about how to survive a zombie apocalypse. I’m one of the… Read More