One of my favorite episodes of Sesame Street was on today–the one where Andrea Bocelli sings a duet/lullaby to the tune of “Time to Say Goodbye.” Annabelle and I loved it. I closed my eyes and said, “Annabelle, listen to how tender and loving his voice is, how raw. He sings in a style called opera, and do you see how his eyes are closed? That’s because he’s blind, which means he can’t see.” I looked outside as I said…
There is nothing I love more than following Henry and Annabelle’s pace. I love letting the day unfold, no plans, nowhere we have to be… just moving in their sweet, simple, beautiful baby world. Annabelle has been talking about truffles with George who is a truffle lover. (Truffles as in the things pigs in France dig up, not chocolate truffles!) She came into the kitchen this morning and showed me the ruffles on her poodle underwear and said, “Mom, look…
I LOVE Paul McCartney for many reasons. First, he’s a Beatle–what’s not to love? John Lennon was more my speed actually, but he’s gone and McCartney was my next favorite. Second, he’s vegetarian, and serves only vegetarian food on his tours. Third, he’s a positive influence on our world, sweet, gentle. Well, I could go on and on. Suffice to say, I never thought I’d actually meet him, much less get a kiss from him! So, we, the gogo dancers…
My oh my what a day. It all started with the case of the missing blueberry. We were making blueberry muffins this morning and I laid out all the ingredients and after we measured and mixed everything, we couldn’t find the blueberries. We immediately thought Henry Houdini, the king of disappearing things, made off with them. His favorite place to put things is in the garbage–like throwing my cell phone in the kitchen trash where it sinks to the bottom…
We were just leaving our dressing room after dancing at the San Diego State Amphitheatre with the Go-Go’s. Belinda said, “Here, take this,” and shoved a fairly full bottle of tequila into my dance bag. I put it in back of my Honda Passport and I started the 2 hour trek back to Los Angeles with my fellow gogo dancers, Pleasant and Kina.We called ourselves multigenerational because we were all ten years apart: Kina was 20, I was 30, and…
I was sitting backstage with my fellow dancers, Kina and Pleasant, while on tour with the Go-Go’s. They were talking about their first sexual fantasies, and I made the mistake of confessing mine. “My first sexual fantasy was Siegfried and Roy,” I stated. They stared at me before howling with laughter. The kind of laughter where you can’t breathe. “I know it’s crazy,” I said. “I went to see their magic show in Las Vegas when I was 12 years…
I just caught myself talking to my sheet. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered as I lovingly tried to fold it. I’ve never quite gotten the hang of folding fitted sheets. They’re very unruly. But this sheet. Oh this sheet. I dreamed of this sheet for years before I bought it today. Linen, real linen. Heirloom linen. In the most divine yeallo. They call it maize; I call it lemon souffle, buttercream, soft sunshine after a wild rain. These Bellanotte…
Last night was mad I tell you, absolutely mad! A true case of delirium! I awakened in the middle of the night, I’d say around 3 or 4am, and remembered the stroller was sitting on the porch. This worried me as it is a very expensive stroller and I LOVE this stroller and I couldn’t bear the thought of it getting stolen. I had to wrench myself from my very cozy bed and venture down the stairs, and who should…
Henry woke up two days ago with his eye swollen shut. It looked like a golf ball was under his eyelid. George stayed with Annabelle and I took him to the ER at Children’s. He puttered around in great spirits, held still to get his blood pressure taken and his heart listened to. It turned out to be a bug bite that swelled. I’ve never seen anything like it. But even knowing that, everytime I looked at him, my heart…