We’re in Utah at my parents, reveling in the snow and the mountains and all the “Ho-Ho’s” (Henry calls Santa Ho-HO) around the house. My mom is the chachke queen! (That’s a mouthful!)Think: no shelf un-cluttered. Endless variations on elves and angels and Santas–she even
In flagrante delicto—now there’s a great word for being caught red-handed, or it’s more common usage: sex. Conjures up images for me, images of a more sensual than sexual nature: a beautiful woman dancing barefoot under the moonlight while being fed an oozing chocolate éclair
Yesterday was one of those days–a rare and fleeting golden day. Henry and Annabelle woke up happy, ate all their breakfast, took a bath, let me go to yoga, etc. Annabelle is always a sweet conscientious child, but today, she deserves three gold stars. We
We got all dressed up and went to see The Nutcracker today at Roussel Hall at Loyola. Annabelle loves ballerinas and I thought she’d make it through about 30 minutes and I thought Henry would make it through 5. They both sat through the whole
I LOVE holidays!! Thanksgiving is not my favorite as I feel so bad for the turkeys and I’m not a football fan, but, I love the energy and excitement of people getting off work and spending time with their families. George, my little gourmand, has
I have found that Henry is Picasso with food. For example, I gave him yogurt today and he promptly painted the table with it, then his belly, legs and arms, and then the floor. He got it nice and goopy and then squished his bare
We had such a magical morning. After retrieving the stuffed goldfish Henry was swishing in the toilet bowl, I turned on some beautiful classical music and set up the watercolors. Annabelle is at that age where her drawing has changed into people-type figures with heads
I invited Cathy, my photographer friend who lived on the ashram for 7 years on a shopping trip with me. “Cathy, do you want to come with me on a commando cowgirl shopping trip where we plow through a few favorite stores as fast as
I had the strongest deja vu today! I was sitting on the back driveway with Annabelle and Henry and our 3-year-old neighbor, Maggie, and her 5-year-old brother, George, and their fabulous mother, Allison. George had been howling because he scraped his knee, and in an
Last night I was bathing the monkeys and Annabelle was singing, as she usually is, and George walked by the bathroom. He stopped and backed up. “Is she singing Macy Gray?” he asked. The lyrics of the song she was singing finally registered with me.
