Longtime readers will know that I have an irrational love of flinging things on the floor and hanging crap from the ceilings. It’s part of what makes me … me.
I’ve promised to be better about providing details on the festivities I throw for the kids so people can get ideas. So […]
Driving rain.
17 children indoors making fairy wings, decorating fairy cookies, and playing freeze dance.
Crowns, skirts, capes, swords. Wands.
Cake, tea, and sandwiches. Times 17.
Glitter abso-freaking-lutely everywhere.
And I’m so tired.
Was it worth it?
Oh. Yeah.
DaMomma: What’s the weather like for Saturday?
Sunbeam: Um … rainy with high winds.
DaMomma: Oh, excellent. That’s just great. That’s awesome. Yay.
Sunbeam: It’ll be okay.
DaMomma: 17 little girls dressed for a fairy tea party. In my living room. Staring at me. With great hostility.
Sunbeam: We […]
“It must be nice to have help” – My stay-at-home Mommy friends say, with a hint of traitor-scrutiny. I have a sitter now, and actual days go by where I don’t handle feces and am not expected to bathe anyone but myself. No more endless weeks to fill with housework and child care […]
“El, you’re really sure you can do Mondays? I have a two-hour overlap between when Doodle gets out of school and when Sunbeam does.”
“Oh, it’s totally fine. I’ll have my two at that point, anyway, so we’ll swing around and bring Ren home until Sunbeam can get her.”
“Did I tell you I sent […]
Dear DaMomma Readers,
I was about to beg your pardon for taking a few days to read these posts—because I was in a plane, in an airport, in the New Mexico desert, away from my home on Cape Cod. I mean I was about to say, I’m sorry I’ve been so busy! But then, my two […]
I pulled the car into the driveway overwhelmed by the leaves and stray yard trimmings. (And stray beach towel, car seat, coffee cup that have been out there for freaking days.)
I had a note from Renny’s teacher. Apparently Ren’s lunch box had contained Baby Callie. And nothing else. “Please send lunch […]
Among my other adventures this summer, I had the privilege of meeting Salvatore Scibona.
Salvatore has just written a novel. And had it published. (Angels singing background music.) The novel tells the story of events in Cleveland, Ohio on August 15, 1953 — covering the day from seven perspectives … and fifty years […]
I can’t help looking at Sarah Palin with total kinship.
I’m not going to vote for her ticket, and I think she’s too young to be president, but oh, how I get her right now.
“Are you coming back?” the Doodle asked me today. Big blue eyes. Round naked belly. Worried little face.
“Mommas always […]
