Colds. Blech
No sooner are Little Sis and Little Dude recovering from recent bouts with sinusy sleep-deprivation, than I contract the same thing. As of right now, I’m pretty sure about 85% of the country has had this one in the last two weeks– the one where the secret caves of your nose feel like they’re …
You know this September stretch we’re in– the one where the sun starts slacking on its hours, the foliage has a little slump in its posture and all of a sudden there’s freeze warnings (FREEZE warnings!). The one where it feels like a disgruntled, prune-crazed Old Man Fall is peering out of slat …
Me? Not a golfer.
Not that I haven’t tried. Not that I don’t enjoy strolling a sun-drenched fairway while taking in the ambiance of well-manicured grounds, fresh air and dudes of all ages howling new ways to conjugate the F-bomb. That’s all fantastic. It’s just that my learning curve is currently right about where …
I have a very, very refined guilt complex. Those who know this use it against me all the time– and that’s cool, I would too. But this Tony Horton character and his P90X plan– it’s making mincemeat out of it.
See, the trick to losing weight isn’t necessarily exercise. Sure, working out helps make you look …
Babies are awesome, but they’re even more awesome when they start morphing from slate-faced cuddle-slugs to drooling, cooing mini-personalities. It’s here you get sweet, doe-eyed gazes of innocence and face-splitting, heart-thawing “I’m just happy to see you” smiles. The smiles that take a felt eraser to the 1 AM, 4 AM and 5 AM memory …
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton.
There may be some debate to the whole “gender role” thing, but as far as Little Dude’s concerned, it’s a closed book. I was explaining that maybe Little Sis would play “Starn Wars the Clone Wars” with him when she got …
Last weekend, our fantastically generous neighbor made some cupcakes for Little Sis’ celebration and dropped them by before the wild rumpus got underway.
Cupcakes, you say. Ok, big deal.
No. NO. These weren’t run-of-the-mill cupcakes. As you can see, these tiny, pink jewels were home-baked tickets to a silky, confectionery and totally enticing dreamland– so …
In my insensitive and uncouth opinion, I think every little boy should have a special place he can call his own. A place of refuge, solace and privacy. A place to gather his thoughts and admire the world around him when he just doesn’t feel like finding a bathroom. In my opinion, every little boy …
You know those moments–when you’ve been running through the similitude of day to day management–where something makes you look up and re-realize what you’ve always known but become used to? The kind of something that compels a whisper of gobsmacked “Wow” ?
I just had one of them.
