I pulled out the paint easel first thing this morning filled several cups with paint. I ran to get the paintbrushes in the other room, and when I came back, Henry was pouring out the cup of yellow paint…onto the floor. Then, my Dad called
Tonight I set the table for dinner. When I turned around, I saw Henry toddling out of the kitchen with the placemats on his head. After they ate their Angel Hair pasta, they climbed on top of the dinner table and started dancing and singing.
Yesterday morning George told Annabelle he was going out of town for a couple of days. She turned to me and whispered, “Mom! Daddy’s going away! Now we can go to the mall!” And then she winked at me with a big smile. She’s three!!
The only coat Henry will consent to wearing is Annabelle’s red Santa coat. He calls it “Ho-Ho.” “Ho-Ho” is one of his favorite words because, in his mind, Ho-Ho is Santa, and he loves anything that even remotely resembles Santa. Any guy with a beard
You haven’t experienced Ash Wednesday until you experience it in New Orleans. It’s like Night of the Living Dead around here with all the people walking around with gray ash crosses on their foreheads. It’s like the city is filled with vampires. I’m assuming the
I just heard Annabelle yell, “Don’t take your cape off Henry! You’re my prince!!” When I looked at Henry, he had a baby blanket tied around his shoulders as a cape. “Darlin,” she said like a country singer, “keep your cape on!” Henry is usually
My parents called me today to see if I remembered a boy from my hometown by the name of Mark Long. Of course I do. I used to beat him at leg wrestling even though he was three years older than me. I was best
Just a little Disney update from Pink Pajama Mama signing on here from Disneyworld. We are having the most fabulous time!! We had breakfast with Mary Poppins and Alice in Wonderland and Pooh. The look on Annabelle’s face was priceless when we entered the room. Henry, on the other
Let’s see, it’s one of those day! Henry and Annabelle found a king-cake-baby this morning and made a little pond on their high chair trays for him to swim in.(For those of you who don’t know what a king-cake-baby is–there is a tradition on Mardi
The first time I met Rufus Wainwright, he was naked. Well, he started out dressed, but it was only a matter of minutes before he was dancing naked in front of our table at a grungy nightclub in LA called The Garage. Let me back
