The Easiest Birthday Party Yet

Earlier today we had Alexander’s birthday party. Yesterday I baked a caramel cake, made a mud pie and picked up a few bottles of wine. This morning I faxed an order into Chin Chin, and this afternoon we showed up the ice rink. The kids ate and Mr. G. organized them for broomball, the parents enjoyed each other’s company, and all was good. It was easy. Incredibly easy, and like most summer parties it was a small gathering, which is perfect for my son. One of the moms is pregnant, …

July

Every moment of July has been busy. Alexander’s birthday means I’m baking cakes, organizing dinners, parties, shopping and quelling the occasional meltdown. It’s all too much for him, it’s all too much for me. The birthday was fun. Alexander woke up early and didn’t let us know. Mr. G. has returned from a business trip at 1am, and Alexander sweetly wanted to let him sleep. Both kids were allowed to eat junk cereal, he opened presents, and then we went to meet my brother for an hour of Go Kart …

A BlogHer Survival Guide

It’s that time of year. The time of year when a few thousand women pack up, some say goodbye to their families, some just get a pet sitter or wave at a roommate, and they start the Pilgrimage to The BlogHer Conference. Twitter and Facebook are populated with “What will I wear/do/say/go to…” and many more. I’ll start my Survival Guide here, and ask y’all to help me out in the comments. What to wear: Casual. BlogHer is a casual event. If you are a blogger going to meet up …

Three Perfect Games And Eight Year Old Kisses

I tucked Alexander in to bed this evening, and he called me back for more kisses. His last eight year old kisses. He told me how he was always the littlest one in the house and Jane is better than him at everything. It’s frustrating. He told me that being eight was wonderful, that there were three perfect games, well two really, one on Mother’s day, and one was a bad call and everyone knows it, but the world counts it as a perfect game. He speaks in code, Major …

Munchausen By Twinkies

Today there are parallel stories as it relates to our increasingly dysfunctional relationship with food. As our food looks less and less like plants and animals (as it should) our waistlines continue to expand, and Britain’s fattest lady died recently at the tender age of 40. Sharon Mevsimler was a 45 stone mother. 45 stones is approximately 600 pounds. At 5 feet tall, she was almost five times my weight (I am 5’6″). Are you capable of carrying your own weight? Twice your weight? Three times? What’s the limit before …