The library timer is ticking down rapidly and Evan is not going to tolerate my not holding him for much longer, so I’ll be quick. My grandmother is deteriorating rapidly and it’s hard to know when to laugh and when to cry about her hysterics. My mother is still dragging her left leg and the […]
I love you.
1. I am going to be soooo disappointed if they try to say the smoke monster was really a polar bear. 2. I love smart-mouth Charlie. 3. Hurley has been thru the ringer and tossed aside by the others as though he were insignificant. Hurley deserves a storyline that shows everyone he’s an asset.
42 snails in tommy’s tank. Deeper meaning?
Yesterday, Evan did something that freaked me out. I told Doug about it and he copied the action. “All boys do that, Cathy.” His attempt to ease my concern by imitation failed. I recoiled in horror at his demonstration and made the eww face. Boys are wierd. And gross.
There’s something wrong about the 4-year-old singing “who let the dogs out”.
Mother Nature must be bipolar.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…
Fall break and it’s too rainy to be outside. Off to McKay’s we go for reading material.
Tonight Amy was a walking zombie, but unwilling to go to her bed. I held her in my arms and rocked her. As I rocked, I realized that she had one hand on either side of my left breast and was massaging it. Mom: “Amy, why are you playing with Mommy’s breast?” Amy: “I like […]