Pushing on a Rope
Parenting
No stopping the insanity
So I overslept this morning — just by about 15 minutes, but it might as well have been three hours for the panic it induced. Am I the only one who feels like the alarm clock is less wake-up call and more starting gun? Scramble out of bed, get eyes open, fumble for the caffeine, … Continue reading
Goin’ around in circles
Catherine and I hooped it up last night. We went hula hooping in fact. Together. In public. (Did I mention we were together?) What a great time we had at this offbeat fitness class hosted by Jazzercise of Southwestern Connecticut‘s center. Great fun, terrific workout (my abs have been singing all day). In fact, it’s … Continue reading
No longer in the pink
Wave goodbye to the pink palace. We had a nice run with this sugary color scheme chosen by Catherine several years ago — her first stab at a “big girl” room while in middle school. It was a labor of love, to say the least. Three colors of pink — bubblegum, watermelon and raspberry — … Continue reading
On the straight and narrow once again
Well, we can all breathe a sigh of relief — the mower has been replaced. It took a trip to Sears, some research and haggling, but Basil emerged victorious. A brand, spanking new machine, chosen from among the returns whose price was even further reduced thanks to a long sheet of bar codes the clerk … Continue reading
Thrill of victory, agony of the feet
Back from the GOYA Olympics, sunburned, exhausted and a little bummed. (A little reminder: GOYA = Greek Orthodox Youth of America, not the beans.) After a quick win of our first softball game, the Archangels team moved on to the next round where they faced off against some serious teen athletes. In very short order, … Continue reading
Going for the gold
We’re going to the Olympics. No, not the “sponsored by Mastercard, so it’s priceless” kind (although my niece is going to those following her study in France this summer and I am a little envious). Nope, we’re going to the GOYA Olympics (that would be Greek Orthodox Youth of America, not the beans): A couple … Continue reading
Frank talk about the birds and the bees
Our weekend has been for the birds. Really. Some new neighbors — well, they’re only passing through, I’m sure — showed up in the cork tree outside the kitchen door. Four baby robins hatched a few days ago and are keeping their mom — and us — very busy. We’ve been glued to the nest … Continue reading
Today and every day, Mom’s not the word
Good morning!. Did you get your morning toast in bed? My sister and I used to make quite a production of Mother’s Day tea and toast on the tray table. Mom ate it every year with gusto. I wonder now exactly what she was thinking! I did not get breakfast in bed today, since — … Continue reading
In sickness and in health — A view from the pediatrician’s waiting room
Among other things, this week brought a milestone — for Catherine and for me. She won’t like me telling you this, but it was the first time she went in for her annual physical alone. I’d left the decision up to her, as I have for the past couple of years, and she finally called … Continue reading
The Circle of Life
Well, everyone is home, back where they belong. Naturally, it’s like they never left. Remember all my hard work last weekend, cleaning up, getting things organized? Well, I’m looking at unpacked luggage, a bunch of souvenirs, several sweatshirts, socks and jackets along with piles of brochures, itineraries and receipts. Sunglasses here. Filched room key there. … Continue reading
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