It’s Autumn Equinox Eve. Time for balance, baking, warmth, cinnamon, apples, love, and magic. “Annabelle,” I say, “the fairies might bring you something tonight for Autumn Equinox.” Her face lights up. “I’m going to call them on my phone and ask them!” she says. She
George came home this late afternoon and I was sitting in the kitchen holding Mr. Mischief on my lap, talking to Annabelle. I was on the verge of tears. “What’s the matter?” he asked me. “Henry fell out of the refrigerator,” I replied. George looked
Mr. Mischief has been hard at work today. For months he’s been trying his hardest to get the toilet scrub brush. I’ve chased him away from it countless times and finally hid it under the sink. Well, he got it. “Mom!” Annabelle yelled to me.
Annabelle set up an elaborate scheme of stuffed animals today around a pet rubber snake she found and befriended. “Mom, do you want to pet my snake? Her doesn’t bite.” she said to me. “Sure,” I said and petted the rubber thing. Henry refused to
Newsflash: It has been confirmed that I am definitely a Slummy Mummy. I went to the curriculum meeting at Annabelle’s preschool tonight with all the mothers with their blow-dried hair and impeccable suits. I was the one with chocolate fingerprints all over my skirt, oatmeal
Annabelle’s hair obsession continues. She wants long hair, and after our puppet making adventure (making sock puppets), she kept pulling out the purple yarn and asking me to make her into a puppet. “How will I make the yarn stick to your head?” I asked
Well, another sweltering day in New Orleans with sick babies, but we made the most of it. Let’s see, highlights of our day included taping blankets on a box, sewing yarn on a sock and creating a puppet theater; wearing fairy wings and emptying out
Henry was totally amazed today when he noticed his shadow following him around the kitchen. He kept walking back and forth and acting a little worried that this thing was following him and touching his feet. Then he turned around and walked toward the window,
Well, the first morning at Annabelle’s preschool went incredibly well. She ate a good breakfast of angel hair pasta nests, her favorite meal, and got dressed and out the door on time, wearing her little pink dress that has the word “Annabelle” monogrammed across the
Today we were trying to get everything ready for Annabelle’s first day of preschool tomorrow. Henry was trying to walk around the rug in my slippers and Annabelle was hanging from the curtain rod in her closet doing her “exercises.” Annabelle said, “Mom, I need
