Today we were trying to get everything ready for Annabelle’s first day of preschool tomorrow. Henry was trying to walk around the rug in my slippers and Annabelle was hanging from the curtain rod in her closet doing her “exercises.” Annabelle said, “Mom, I need my red dress that’s a unicorn.” “I don’ t think…
Today Henry and I took Annabelle to meet her new preschool teachers–she starts on Monday if we can get up in time. It’s a french immersion school and after greeting her teachers with “bon jour!” she and Henry ran off and played. I nearly had to bite my fist (ala Lenny in Laverne and Shirley)…
A small box arrived in the mail from a Tuscan store. I thought this was bizarre as I hadn’t ordered anything. Things got even stranger when I opened it. The numbers 007 were printed discreetly on the outside. I carefully unfolded the top, and inside was the nastiest smelling candle I’ve ever smelled. I hadn’t…
Today was a long and glorious day spent unpacking and organizing back in New Orleans. A day that ends in me weeping alone in my rocking chair. I guess I should have known it would end this way when the day started out with a massive poop and a leaky diaper. I spent all day…
My Dad and I were recently discussing a mutual relative. This relative is having “Issues.” I asked my Dad what kind of “issues” this relative was having and my Dad said, “He’s been yanking his tulip.” We started giggling at the terminology. My family is Mormon and apparently masturbation is against the rules. My Dad,…
My little sister’s husband of twenty years is quite a piece of work. Busting with testosterone, the man is a burly bear, a work-machine, a snap-turtle, and a sweetheart underneath his very gruff exterior. Scott physically looks just like Kurt Russell, walks with a cocky strut ala John Travolta in Grease, and snaps at people…
This morning Annabelle climbed on my bed where Henry was sleeping. She smiled at him and said “What a cutie pie!” in a little baby voice, and then she dropped to her knees, spread her hands, and broke into an Elvis impersonation. My three year old daughter doing Elvis! If you had told me I…
Well, little Miss Three-Year-Old Diva just came home from the drugstore with Grandma and Grandpa complete with a new crown, earrings, a ring, a necklace, and a bunny. She has gone from mirror- to-mirror around the house admiring her swinging earrings and holding her dance poses. She looks at me, grins, and says “I’m obsessed…
We had so many perfect days on Martha’s Vineyard this summer. So many moments of watching Henry stand on his head looking through his chubby little legs for a new view, watching Annabelle play mermaid, watching George swim while holding both kids in his arms, watching the fog roll out, the magic hour purple roll…
When I lived in Hollywood, I liked to claim my true heritage and go by the name Princess Marcella DeLaLuna. My great grandmother on my mother’s side was a Mayan Indian princess and I have a fairy ancestor from Scotland on my father’s side, making me a true fairy princess. My friends also chose royal…