You can call me Ray or you can call me Jay

While stranded at the mountain stream because the keys were locked inside the van, my mother started an informal experiment. She called Evan repeatedly with different offers and different names. The end result was pretty clear. The poor child does not know his name. Even the offer of a cookie won’t get anyone named “Evan” […]

feels like Monday again

Like many mothers, I worry about everything. I am smart enough to know how little I really know and the consequence is that I silently question every decision I make and every word I speak. I want my children to be happy now and grow up to be happy, healthy adults. I also expect them […]

half-full

Today’s weather was absolutely beautiful, so we had a wonderful day in the Smokies. Well, we did all get sunburns and Noah locked the keys in the car. While the keys were locked in the car, Evan fouled a diaper and rolled in the dust as Sarah’s shoe disappeared in the stream. Molly did decide […]

packing for the day

Noah: “Can I take my skateboard to the mountains?” Me: “No.” Noah: “”My bow and arrow?” Me: “No.” Noah: “My model rocket?” Me: No. Noah: “My pocket bushcraft knife?” Me: “Yes.”

too quiet

After dropping off one child at karate and another child at a SibShop, we took three children to the grandparents’ house last night. The rest of the night was calm and quiet. Too quiet. After a few hours with no noise, we settled in to watch a movie. Doug promptly fell asleep and I watched […]

I smell lawsuits.

I guess we are going to have to find a new karate studio for Noah before the lawyers shut it down. Do not worry, we have commercial litigation lawyer new haven ct by our side to defend us.

Memo to my children:

Effective immediately, no growth spurts will be allowed unless permission has been given, in writing, at least 30 days prior to said growing. Failure to comply will result in the wearing of wrong gender hand-me-downs for several weeks. Thank you, Parent Management

old pictures

This is one of my favorite pictures of my grandmother. It was taken by the Red Cross in 1944, at the hospital after my mother was born. Then, it was sent to my grandfather’s ship somewhere near Normandy to announce his daughter’s birth. The photo stayed with my grandfather until he returned home to meet […]