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, and it looked pretty pitiful. But then my Martha Stewart in shining armor swooped in to save the day. Armed with twinkly lights and a couple of little elves, he created an adorable masterpiece. “Do…
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 know, with my Piscean nature. On the one hand, I can see myself dancing in the middle of an 18th century Moulin Rouge nightclub with cancan dancers and scarlet and fuschia ruffles and glitter falling…
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 books from wall-to-wall. I came home with a huge stack. Right now I’m reading an amazing book on Tolstoy’s marriage. I have loved Tolstoy since I read War and Peace at 14 years old. My…
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 decided to make monkey bread and it turned out to be a crazy experience. We barely had enough flour, so when the dough turned into batter, I had to add wheat flour. Then I scorched…
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 week a bearded dragon, last week was a possum, and this week, the grand poobah of nasty ass animals–a vulture! What the @&#%&$#? This horrid creature, and I do have great respect for them in…
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. The ceremony was held at the historical Beauregard Keyes House on Chartres Street. There were lanterns on the stairs and walking around the Quarter, seeing all the houses from the 17-1800’s, hearing the clip-clop of…
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 back. We’re working on potty training. I said, “Henry, did you use the potty while I was gone?” “Nope,” he replied as he ran by. “Do you have to go?” “Nope.” About 2 minutes later,…
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, she wants to take violin. And so, I bought her a violin yesterday, and she was elated. She got a polish cloth for it and keeps asking me if she can dust it. She carries…
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 to go into and she enlisted Henry to hang onto one end of the sparkly orange yarn and told him to pull on the yarn as soon as he saw a rat. He nodded and…