‘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
When the kids are jumping on their beds, pulling things out of drawers, chanting their little gleeful war chants, pretending to be cats and dragons, and telling us they need a third dinner,… Read More
When you decide to go ahead and have the second kid despite the obvious lack of acknowledgment that you’re not ever going to go anywhere or be able to act like a normal… 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
My three-year-old is a vicious, scheming, cheating monster – especially when he plays Monopoly or Blackjack. This, at least, is what his six-year-old brother tells me. You might be familiar with this type… Read More
A burgeoning interest in literacy is great. It can manifest itself in a 3-year-old carefully perusing every Richard Scarry book in the house — after frantically begging Mommy to run upstairs for “the… Read More
Rumor has it that after feeding her three very fussy children, my grandmother found me to be a delight: I ate pretty much everything that was presented to me (especially meat and potatoes,… Read More
I’ve found that now that I have two kids, I see the people with a first baby the same way I thought of fifth-graders when I was in high school. Hell, let’s say… Read More
It’s never a good omen when your darling two-year-old greets you with “Hi, Poopy!” shortly before you leave to visit two new preschools. It’s almost as bad as him chanting “Candy, candy, candy!”… Read More
Yum, placenta. Comes from inside you, and tastes good, too. But it’s certainly not better than boogers. Yes, I’ve had my boogers drained and encapsulated so I can enjoy them all around town… Read More