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
Today Henry and I took Annabelle to meet her new preschool teachers–she starts on Monday if we can get up in time. It’s a french immersion school and after greeting her teachers with “bon jour!” she and Henry ran off and played. I nearly had
A small box arrived in the mail from a Tuscan store. I thought this was bizarre as I hadn’t ordered anything. Things got even stranger when I opened it. The numbers 007 were printed discreetly on the outside. I carefully unfolded the top, and inside
Today was a long and glorious day spent unpacking and organizing back in New Orleans. A day that ends in me weeping alone in my rocking chair. I guess I should have known it would end this way when the day started out with a
My Dad and I were recently discussing a mutual relative. This relative is having “Issues.” I asked my Dad what kind of “issues” this relative was having and my Dad said, “He’s been yanking his tulip.” We started giggling at the terminology. My family is
My little sister’s husband of twenty years is quite a piece of work. Busting with testosterone, the man is a burly bear, a work-machine, a snap-turtle, and a sweetheart underneath his very gruff exterior. Scott physically looks just like Kurt Russell, walks with a cocky
