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 massive poop and a leaky diaper. I spent all day laughing at the antics of the munchkins, but bedtime went horribly wrong. Annabelle woke up Henry who couldn’t go back to sleep even though he…
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 Mormon and apparently masturbation is against the rules. My Dad, as irreverent and funny as ever, commenced to tell me how he worked at his father’s lumberyard as a young boy with all his relatives….
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 strut ala John Travolta in Grease, and snaps at people like Henry Fonda in On Golden Pond. He does have his moments though. Like the time they were watching the World Series and the Star…
Well, little Miss Three-Year-Old Diva just came home from the drugstore with Grandma and Grandpa complete with a new crown, earrings, a ring, a necklace, and a bunny. She has gone from mirror- to-mirror around the house admiring her swinging earrings and holding her dance poses. She looks at me, grins, and says “I’m obsessed with my hair.” She has heard me saying this to my sisters–when I didn’t realize she was listening! (At least she’s not stomping around saying…
We had so many perfect days on Martha’s Vineyard this summer. So many moments of watching Henry stand on his head looking through his chubby little legs for a new view, watching Annabelle play mermaid, watching George swim while holding both kids in his arms, watching the fog roll out, the magic hour purple roll in, the sailboats float in the mist, walking barefoot through the woods on the powdery white sand, flowers dripping in the trees, telling Annabelle stories…
When I lived in Hollywood, I liked to claim my true heritage and go by the name Princess Marcella DeLaLuna. My great grandmother on my mother’s side was a Mayan Indian princess and I have a fairy ancestor from Scotland on my father’s side, making me a true fairy princess. My friends also chose royal names–Pleasant was Princess Farhana (and wrote a book of poetry called Princess of Hollywood) and Valerie was the Countess and my best friend and partner-in-crime,…
Underneath the crest of Harvard there is one word: veritas. I could guess it’s meaning, but I wanted to know it’s exact definition. I asked George. No one loves a good word more than George. I suppose that’s why he chose to get his Masters in Literature at Brown instead of music. He adores unusual words and if I give him a new word he can use in everyday conversation that befuddles people but is used correctly, he’s in heaven….
To be totally honest, I don’t really like Star Wars. In fact, I’ve never even seen it. Robots and light sabers not being very appealing to me. George however, loves it. And he has taken great delight in putting a photo of the main character on my cell phone-C3PO, R2D2, Princess Leia, Chewbacca, Luke–you get the idea. On top of that, he turned my phone ring into the sound of shooting asteroids, promptly followed by C3PO shouting something about being…
At fourteen months, Henry is almost done nursing. It’s bittersweet for me. I’m elated to buy beautiful lingerie again. I will be burning the terrifying nursing bras I’ve been wearing for three years straight now! I’m excited to have my very own breasts again. And I’m sad to have this most beautiful and sacred time with him come to a close. So, as we walked along the sea yesterday, he wanted to nurse. I sat down on the warm sand,…