Conversation from last night. Verbatim. Continue reading
Category Archives: Family Stories
Creature Uncomforts (or the fact that my kid is terrified beyond belief of costumes)
This is terrifying people!
My phone buzzed with the latest maternal observation from a friend. “I didn’t know you were a Santa torturer.”
Yup. Every year. We visited Santa this weekend. It did not go well. (Greatest photo ever.) Continue reading
Out of the Mouths of Babes
Search and Destroy are talking up a storm. Pretty much every other comment is bloggable. I have a feeling this will be a recurring series here – a toddling stream of conscious if you will.
Two and half years old. As they discover the world.
So let’s kick things off with a November holiday sampling. We were home to visit with my parents, who have equally awesome contributions. Continue reading
Graduation from the Kids Table (or our extended generation Thanksgiving dinner)
This is my family.
Thanksgiving. It’s a holiday without any pretense. No gifts, no expectations. No church (or arguments about whether everyone should go to church.) Just a Griswold family gathering with football and feasting (or in my case of the crazy Italians, foosball).
Papa has a broken foot – that one from the downstairs bar and an intense game of kick-the-ball with the boys. (Sorry Dad.) So he limped around with a walking stick while wearing black socks with sandals (I do not know why these events need to be related). Continue reading
The Scars, They Remind Me
There is a scar on Destroy’s forehead.
It is the lasting result of a WATCH THIS experiment gone awry. (Or at least that’s the story they’re telling us. It very well could have been a curse rebounding upon the evil out to get him. I can assure you, Lilly Potter had nothing on my fierce determination to protect my million dollar miracle muppets. Miracles? Magic? Same thing.) Continue reading
Motherhood is a Contact Sport
I have a swollen nose and can’t tell if those dark lines under my eyes are dark circles or black eyes.
Last week I was head-butted by a toddler trying to get a better view of Papa in the iPad. Homeboy made CONTACT; it was a direct hit to my nose. I heard a crack. I saw stars. I tasted blood. I felt as though I’d just received a full body blow from one of the boys’ beloved Big Trucks. Continue reading
When Creatures Come to Life (or Halloween 2012)
I picked the boys up from school. Search had soggy pants and a bulge at the bottom of his pants leg. Out fell his diaper. The kid had removed his diaper from WITHIN his pants. So this is how we were going to kick of an evening of costumes huh?
Mad skillz, yo.
The ghouls and goblins were getting an early start. Continue reading
GrammaJ’s Diamond Day
They say age ain’t nothing but a number. But let’s face it – 60’s a pretty big number.
But I can’t imagine a world without my mom in it. Welcome to middle age mom. Here’s to another 60 years of people wanting to be you. And 60 reasons why. Continue reading
Well What DO You Want for Dinner?
Destroy was busy narrating the scenic drive and telling us about his day as we completed the short drive home from school. Weeknights are always a bit frenzied round these parts – get kids, get home, get dinner – as we race the clock to beat a hungry muppet meltdown.
“Do you want spaghetti for dinner?” I interrupted the little narrator?
“No,” he replied matter-of-factly. “No getty.” Continue reading
Imaginative Lives of Others
The muppets had energy oozing out of their pores. So we decided to go for a family hike.
Two hours. Two miles. But fear not future park patrons! Nary a rock remains on any part of the dirt trail we canvassed this afternoon. (Back at our homestead, our washing machine began quaking across the garage in anticipatory fear of the quarry bounty now stored in all the tiny pockets.) Continue reading →
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