…Of my favorite Christmas photos, possibly ever. (A.k.a. Suzy Gets Flung Around And Kissed, Nora Sneaks Incredible Amounts Of Desserts, And My Dad Regrets Starting The “Night Before Christmas” Story Tradition Back In The ’80s.)
Santa Baby.
December 26, 2011 By 1 Comment
Oh Mom. Zuzu looks odd. Merriest of Christmases, everyone! Or rather, a superbly happy Boxing Day to you all. I love boxes, boxed lunches, boxty, the boxstep, and Oscar De La Hoya. Our Christmas Eve was spent at a church in the Berkshires that we don’t regularly attend, but which was quite nice, nonetheless. There were carols, there were lessons, there were snacks and books shared over the pews by miniature cousins, there were inopportunely timed ‘Amens’ from smallish blond {Read More}
Also "Lords A’Leaping." I Also Wish You That.
December 22, 2011 By 2 Comments
In light of the fact that I am currently traveling through Chicago’s luxurious Midway Airport, I’ll keep my Christmas greeting brief (yet full of love- and perhaps only a bit of pith): During this holiday season (and anytime else, really), I wish you cookies without slightly burned undersides, rendering the whole cookie kinda smoky… …And helpful people. Like mail carriers who remember to close the mailbox on rainy/snowy days. And toddlers who don’t remove their boots in public places. Like {Read More}
Itchy, Itchy, Ichabod.
December 19, 2011 By 3 Comments
We almost had ourselves a regular Situation this weekend. My Mom’s CRAZY! It started out innocuously enough; I felt a little itchy on my belly on Friday afternoon, but promptly forgot about it due to the two miniature people demanding things like warmth and sustenance. That evening Peej had his holiday party at work (returning home in time to tuck in the Norabug, obvie- what a rager), and I ran out to get some groceries- -Making a quick, super-secret stop {Read More}
Meanie Pants McGee Neglects [One Of] Her Children.
December 15, 2011 By 10 Comments
Naw, it’s cool. Just a bladder infection. And now, let’s check in with everyone’s favorite Terrible Midwestern Mama- Me. This week’s descent into therapy is brought to you by the letter T, for Toilet Bowl. Nora had been happily using the potty, not using the potty, and talking about things she wanted to do whilst on the potty (read various books, call loved ones on the phone, not take her nap, etc.) for the better part of the hour leading up {Read More}
Feeling That Gingerbread Feeling.
December 14, 2011 By 2 Comments
“Mommy, no more, thank you.” “No more thank you what?” “No more thank you for the camera.” “…Oh.”
Go Back To Bed, Michael.
December 12, 2011 By 3 Comments
Can’t we just turn off the stereo? I thought it would be enough for me to simply list the Christmas songs that get my Christmas goose. (I was gonna say “goat,” but I’ve never heard of a Christmas goat. Even though accuracy has never really prevented me from writing before.)But no. My ire, annoyance, and ear-worm eye-roll has not been tempered in the least.So I shall expound.Okay, Jackson 5. I get it. You saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus under the mistletoe last {Read More}
