see that glimmer of light? She was mad. Angrrrry. Lydia and m.c. wanted time alone, Friday. They wanted time to themselves, without her, little outrageous, scrappy, squirrely her. She was pretty insulted. In her huff she stormed and stomped, received some sympathy and also some suggestions that she forget about it and find something else […]
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But that was quite a long time ago. I gave him a pair of luxurious down-filled mittens. They’re still in the mitten box now. We had a party tonight, of course. He loves ribs and potato salad, so he made both last night while I was working–between driving kids to basketball, he cooked. Excellent results.
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This morning when I picked up James from band, it was so January–the sky completely white, the snowbanks bright white. The trees all looked tan and gray, even the pines looked a funny charcoal color, rather than green. Every house had a perfect white roof, white tendrils curling from all the chimneys. Ugh. I was
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Heidi’s friends held a baby shower for her yesterday. We were pretty impressed by the decorating, the cake, the food–oh my goodness the food. These people can cook. They decorated a series of onesies for occasions through the baby’s first year, pretty cute, and the love that went into all this work was pretty evident.
Okay, so she had some fun stuff she was thinking about taking to Goodwill and called us first. Hot pink polka-dot comforter with shams. Fuchsia and orange quilt. Striped sheets. A crazy chandelier. A floor lamp. Trinkets. Yes, yes, and more yes. The girls were excited. She brought them by, and she’s a ball of
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And it’s very, very quiet. First it was very, very loud, and a very lot of chow mein was eaten. this was saturday, not today, thankfully l.c. was My Sweetie for the last five days. He hugged, he told little jokes, was thoroughly charming. He took exactly one nap in five days, didn’t cry, was
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We headed for my parents in the afternoon. t.c. leaped in the air when I told him where we were going, rushed around to find his socks. Should he wear his boots or his shoes? Shoes or boots? What should he DOOO? And then there was the bitching about where everybody was sitting in the
Has gone well, no disasters, no crying, lots of fun. t.c. was up at 6:40 and we told him, most sincerely, that it was still dark out, still night. Go back to sleep. l.c. was given a drink and covered up. He snuggled in a curl with his pillow pet and it was all quiet.
In the middle of the night of the five day sleepover. Uncle Tim is asleep and t.c. is beside him on his Pokemon pillow. l.c. is snoozing in the bright fuschia pack and play bed. It took Jay and me several minutes of fiddling to get the baby monitor to work. Contraptions! Technology! What’s wrong
I’m not crafty. I look at stuff, I see stuff, not potential, not artistic or useful things. A friend is a decorator and she can see possibilities everywhere. Everywhere she goes things are better, brighter, more special and fun. (Part of that is just her, too.) Okay, which brings me to the point. http://www.ripleysnewsroom.com/lint/ Weirdly,
