Monthly Archive: June 2011

Shipping my baby girl off to Hermit Island this week, up in Maine.  Not my baby baby, but my eight year old little love bug, my Miss Miz (short for Misery – Jessie was a toddler who really embraced her emotions).  I’m sending her off with my sister, who I love and trust more than anything. …

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There aren’t that many actual parenting rules that I live by – I think I’m pretty flexible about most things, but one thing I know for certain – it’s never a good idea to get used to anything your child does, because as soon as you do, they’ll switch it all up.  Case in point, …

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There was a thing (that’s not all that relevant, exactly, to this post) this morning and I found out about it.  It was a bad thing, or probably is, at the very least, something happened to make some people I care about pretty unhappy.  (I apologize for the cryptic nature of this, but it’s not …

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As we were filling it up with air (it’s a 3 ring pool) and all the kids (Jessica, Sam, Glennys, Julianna, and our neighbor Caroline) were all clustered around, clutching onto the sides, (I had told them they had to hold it – mainly to keep them occupied, they were so happy they were vibrating …

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Julianna is so cute these days.   I don’t mean to say that she wasn’t cute before, or that she won’t continue in this cuteness pattern.  Or to insinuate that my other two cherubs are equally adorable, because they are.  But Julianna is still so recently verbal – and she’s still at that glorious point …

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Sam has spent all morning, literally all morning, playing with his army guys.  He sets them up, he knocks them all down, packs them all up into vehicles and travels into another room, sets them all up, knocks them down…  It’s fascinating, because at this age, Jessica’s very favorite thing in the whole wide world …

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Not two kids and a baby – but three actual kids.  Julianna has passed that indefinable milestone, where she’s not a baby anymore.  She’s still a toddler, but more than that, she’s a kid.  It’s not that she’s walking, because she isn’t.  It’s not that she’s talking, because she’s still not really doing that either. …

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I was my grandfather’s favorite grandchild.  (Which, incidentally, is one of the reasons that I don’t get bogged down in worrying about whether or not my children’s grandparents have a favorite – I think it’s perfectly normal and wonderful – Jessie is, hands down, my MIL’s favorite and I think that it’s sweet and lovely …

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I’m…. not easy to classify when it comes to spiritual belief.  Which I’m actually pretty happy about, I think that it’s better to have your own personal belief system as opposed to blindly following someone else’s.  My mother was Catholic when I was born, and I was a practicing Catholic until probably right around the …

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of having a big family is watching them learn to take care of each other.  It’s not just that kids from bigger families are more independent because they have to do more for themselves (although I think that’s an element), they’re also much more likely (based on my extensive experience of both growing up in …

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