Monthly Archive: June 2008

I know it’s corny. I know that on some level, it is, as my husband keeps insisting, completely meaningless and part of what’s contributing to the downfall of Western Society (i.e. the celebration and reward of mediocraty) – but dammit, it was so wonderful. My beautiful girl, standing up there in her little pink “graduation …

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Last night, Sam and I learned valuable lessons. I learned that when he’s quiet and playing, that’s when I have to double check him. And he learned that eating Mommy’s coconut shampoo is not a good idea. He got the bottle opened, squirted it into a couple of barbie cars, filled the sink in the …

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I sometimes wonder if I’m tempting fate… like everything is so peaceful and relaxed, I must be gearing up for some horrible tragedy. Or maybe it’s just that my earlier years were so tumultuous, between the divorce and all the unpleasant aftermath, then Scott and the drama and crisises that seemed to accompany his life, …

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I let my son play with twenty thousand squares of toilet paper this morning. I just started a new book and really wanted to read, and it made him so happy. He pried all twenty individually wrapped rolls out of the package and systematically stacked them into a circle around him. Then he began to …

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We went to the Relay for Life on Friday night. And it was one of those nights when I felt as though I was doing it right, the whole parenting thing. You know, most of the time, I’m not sure how it’s turning out. I do my best, try to be consistent and fair and …

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