Let’s take a trip down memory staircase, shall we? I love you, Graco. Give me another chance. If you’ll recall, a few weeks back I [accidentally] chucked my beloved monitor down the stairs with all the grace (and holding back) of an irate bison. Shockingly, it broke. Even more shockingly, kismet and the kind souls at Graco sent me a brand new digital monitor to try for free- if I’d be so kind as to write a few words about {Read More}
Nora got to choose a punkin’. We didn’t COMPLETELY abandon her.
October 11, 2010 By 4 Comments
Did they leave me AGAIN? I’ve pretty much guaranteed that P.J. will never again leave the house- for real this time. Saturday was innocuous enough; a few errands and appointments and general loafishness. It was Sunday that hit him like a ton of bricks. Over coffee (mine), Ovatine (Peej’s) and Costco waffles (all Nora’s- she doesn’t even begin to think about sharing those), I made a list. A little list. Of stuff we HAD to get done before this coming week. And before the {Read More}
On The Town With Keely.
October 7, 2010 By 4 Comments
Have you ever injured yourself in a really embarrassing way? The kind of OW that you’d rather no one know about- yet that you CANNOT keep to yourself? Like, despite your shame at your own awkwardness, you really need someone to ask if you’re all right? Except, when they do, their query is disproportionate to the amount of sympathy a body-ending pain like yours warrants? And when they ask, sighing, if there’s anything they can DO, you respond that- No, {Read More}
Insulation Confrontation- The Sequel
October 4, 2010 By 3 Comments
This needs insulatin’, too. The insulation guys are upstairs. So, I’m assuming that our crawlspaces are being done up. (Hopefully the right side up this time.) There was a momentary glitch this a.m. when a neighbor flung my lawn chair (previously gracing a parking spot in front of the house) into a different neighbor’s yard. Then he parked his car. So Nora and I ran outside to a) retrieve our chair and b) give an evil eye to the chair flinger. {Read More}
Insulation Cancellation…*
September 30, 2010 By 3 Comments
Overshot the Peekaboo. …and My Kid Is Terrific (Parts 1 and 77, respectively.) *Thanks, Dorrie. Yesterday, we were going to have a guy come and fix our crawlspaces. They are seriously hurting. Four attic-like rooms off of the upstairs bedrooms- two the size of [really awful] bedrooms themselves- and all with upside down insulation…if at all. (There are, however, crazy amounts of notebooks, beer bottle caps and at least one high school prom mug. Good Counsel, Class of ’83, if anyone’s {Read More}
Cheese Royalty.
September 27, 2010 By 4 Comments
The Cheese Queen & Princess. Our toes are just beginning to thaw, I’ve got a shelf full of vintage treasures, and I found a cheese curd in my pocket. We’ve safely made it back from Wisconsin. Now, back in the old days, way before I was married to a Midwesterner and was simply a gal from the 413, I couldn’t have differentiated between Wisconsin and Iowa on a map. Really. Granted, I’m kinda terrible at geography, but in Massachusetts (a {Read More}
Hmm. Awfully muggy for "Fall."
September 23, 2010 By 6 Comments
Rearranging the dining room. It is officially Fall. I know this because a) I own a calendar [app], and b) people keep wishing each other a Happy Solstice on Facebook. (What did I DO before Facebook? I’ll tell you- I wrote in a paper journal and called P.J. eighty times a day to tell him hilarious anecdotes. I think we can all agree that Facebook has kickstarted my blogging and saved my marriage.) Also a marriage-saver: Last night P.J. found {Read More}
I’ll be the one stuck in the squad car.
September 21, 2010 By 4 Comments
During the time I’ve been a nanny- almost a decade- I’ve seen just about everything that goes in, on, or around a child- and most places in, on or around which a child can play. I’ve carted kids to lessons, playdates and child “friendly” locales in the dead of winter and the sloshiest of springs, knowing full well there’s only so many blanket tents and PBS reruns one can tolerate. In some of these locales I’ve spent the entire time {Read More}
