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 … Read more
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 … Read more
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 … Read more
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 … Read more
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 … Read more