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
Annabelle started her eagerly anticipated violin lessons today. She and Henry have been talking about violins for months. They put a chopstick under their chin and play it with another chopstick. Everytime I’ve told her I want her to take piano lessons, she says no,
Today Annabelle made a “rat trap.” She took a ball of yarn from my knitting baskets and wrapped various things around her room until she had made what looked like a giant spider web. She had a whole plan for the hole the rat needed
I was lying next to Henry at naptime and feeling very open and all-loving and just reveling in the deep reverence I feel for being able to participate in the lives of these little beings. I have to say, when I smell Henry’s neck, it
It was a sunny afternoon in 1984 when my mouth dropped open in shock. I was perusing my local bookshop in my little town in Utah when I stumbled upon a calendar full of shirtless men, and as I turned the pages, I screamed when
The other night Henry woke up at 3am, rearin’ to go and play. He insisted George take him to play, but he was being so loud, chitchatting up a storm, that he woke up all of us. A storm came and we listened to the
