There’s something so stabilizing and powerful about the mountains of Utah. Walking up rocks holding the hands of four toddlers only to emerge at a breathtaking waterfall, a cool spray on my face, moss-covered rocks…so beautiful. This morning Henry swung on the pole of my
Ahh, getting dressed. That age-old ritual. I wonder how it was in caveman times. “Honey? Do you want to wear the fig leaf or the buffalo skin loin cloth today?” Did two-year-old cavebabies shout “No!” at their mothers and throw their bamboo leaf underwear across
The Case of the Chocolate Footprints Today there was a mystery in my house, and we love a good mystery around here. If we can’t find one, we create one. For example: The Case of the Missing Car Keys, The Case of Mama’s Missing Cell
I’m so glad I married the male Martha Stewart. The other night we were decorating a tiny little Christmas tree. I had bought all these beautiful ornaments that looked like candy as I thought the kids would love making a candy tree. We decorated it,
I’m trying to decide what to do for my upcoming 40th birthday next year. 40!! Wow! I never thought I’d see the day. How glamorous and beautiful and terrifying… George wants to throw me a party, and I can’t decide exactly what I want–shocking, I
I found the best bookstore the other day. I’ve passed it a million times but never entered as it’s on a semi-nasty street and covered in grates. I finally entered it and it was like walking into mecca for a book lover like me. Fabulous
I woke up this morning to Annabelle jumping on the bed wearing my baby blue satin bra on her head, the strap tucked under her chin, shouting “I’m a hiker! I’m a hiker!” Henry was soon imitating her saying, “Hiter! Hiter!” A while later, we
I’m still recovering from yesterday. I took the kids to the Toddler class at the Audubon Zoo, a kind of science class. They always bring an animal to circle time for the kids to look at and touch. One week it was a turtle, one
My girlfriend Kayren from LA got married last weekend in the French Quarter. (She’s originally from Pontchatoula.) She had a 1920’s theme and it was a DREAM! Her guests fully embraced the spirit of the 1920’s and for 4 days, dressed in full 1920’s wear.
I came home today to find Henry wearing his Mickey Mouse underwear backwards with a pink playsilk tied around his neck as a cape. “I’m Batman!” he shouted, running down the hall, the cape flying out behind him. It was a good view from the
