From small to slightly-less-small, they NEVER. STOPPED. MOVING.
2011 passed by in the blink of an eye. Happy New Year! (This one’s for you G.G.)
From small to slightly-less-small, they NEVER. STOPPED. MOVING.
2011 passed by in the blink of an eye. Happy New Year! (This one’s for you G.G.)
It’s been another blink and you missed it year. (Go back and read the Annual Christmas Letter if you blinked.) The end of the calendar year is really a random point in the circle around the sun for us to reset.
I’ll be your Lois Lane you be my Superman. And Batman will protect our city.
And neither of them will consent to take off the boots. They’re becoming a thing. Continue reading
Are you reading A Nervous Tic Motion Yet? You should be. I write a weekly column there – Wineconed Wednesday. You know you want to throw some. And I would really love for you to join in! Continue reading
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Christmas 2011 has come and gone. Hurricane Muppet is in full force. This is a long blog. I know this. I recommend some coffee. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
We woke up at 7 a.m. (letting Mommy sleep far later than the Christmas mornings of her childhood) and descended the steep not-to-code stairs. Jon had brewed a pot of coffee for Grandma Nancy – of which I greedily availed myself to as well. As we gathered caffeine cups and black Hefty bags for wrapping paper containment, I truly felt like a parent for the first time. Continue reading
I can’t wait to tell you all about the muppets big day, but Santa brought Mommy an early night’s sleep.
Sending my love to you and yours – be you right next door or across the globe. These interwebs are an amazing thing… Continue reading
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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through our house
the only creature left stirring was me with my mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The muppets were nestled all snug in their cribs,
While I came up with these clever ad-libs.
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
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I no longer lie awake at night listening for hoof-prints on the roof or the hissing steam and squeaking metal of the Polar Express. I’ve given up searching for a sleigh through a child’s eye.
Seasons change. Traditions evolve. We all grow up. For me, Christmas remains one of my favorite times of year – the spirit and memories of my childhood remain, tucked tightly into the bright white lights lining my tree. Continue reading
Jon: Our dog ate an entire box of packing peanuts. Do I need to bring him in?
Vet: Packing peanuts?
Jon: Yes – those Styrofoamy twisty things they put in boxes to protect stuff. Continue reading