Boots woke Monday morning with one of his best smiles, leaping out of bed and downstairs for breakfast. “HOORAY!!” he cheered. “It’s soccer camp day!”
Even though he hadn’t been particularly enthused during the indoor season …
This week’s edition featured “long-sought objects finally found”: Shower shoes and a flashlight.
The shower shoes have been impossible to find since Dad left for basic training almost a year and a half ago. It turns …
It landed in my Twitter feed this morning as I was trying to get the guys dressed and out the door. We needed to hit the commissary to buy goodies for Dad’s weekly care package, …
With no outward warning signs, he buried his face in his arms and started crying. These were no delicate sobs, but chest-wracking heaves.
“What’s wrong?” his teacher asked.
“It’s the end of school, and I’ll never see …
Mom’s Two Commandments of Summer: Thou shalt stay out of my hair in the mornings so I can work, and thou shalt read and like it.
It’s a given that the first is not going to …
The invitation set my snarkometer into overdrive when the teachers handed it to us that morning.
Preschool graduation. 4 p.m., May 19. Complete with a “commencement address.” It had all the markings of a big to-do, …
Two 20×30 posters – one of mighty Big Guy at the bat and another of Boots’ first single in tee ball – are on the wall behind Dad’s headboard. On the next wall, there are …
It’s no low-budget zombie movie, but it was the best I could do under pressure.
Faced with a Friday deadline and a promise to Boots that we’d send Dad a video of karate class in this …
There are two gray plastic bins in the garage, each roughly 2x2x2. I bought them several years ago, to preserve the guys’ keepsakes. Important stuff such as the first outfits they wore and their first …
Mom-meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Big Guy tooked my glowie, Boots shrieked down the stairs as his brother ran behind him waving the coveted chem light.
Is that his? I asked Big Guy, though I was pretty sure that Boots’ …
The problem with cameras is that they’re getting to be more like computers.
The problem with me is my Palovian response to any shiny object with a chip in it.
The problem with the guys is that …
This egg-free version only vaguely resembles the original Martha Stewart recipe, which is described as biter-biscuit hard. That’s a good thing, because I’ve spent too much on dental work of late to crack a crown …
Big C, little c, what begins with C?
Cookies, camera, Copenhagen. C, c, c.
OK, so it’s not exactly the way Seuss wrote it. But it’s the way it worked out for us this week.
Tired of hearing …
There is not gravity on the moon. You can flot up in the rocket. The gravity can lif you.
It is not strong gravity. The moon have a slick gravity. Gravity is not hot air. Astonots …
It was the equivalent of memorizing the Declaration of Independence but forgetting when it was signed.
Or, closer to home, it was like the time his mother concentrated so hard on learning to tap dance in …
It’s the same routine every month: Turn the calendar page over and hope for a less-hectic time of it.
But then the summer schedules started rolling out, which of course started clamoring. We want to go …
They’re unquestionably talented and undeniably cute – or they would be if they were wearing clothes. They also pretty much rock Beyonce’s “Single Ladies.”
But Oh. My. God. They’re 7. About Big Guy’s age, and they …
It was an unaccustomed role for Big Guy, who’s more used to being the one leaving than he is to being the one left behind.
This time, though, it was BFF’s time to move on. We’d …
Dad does not like coffee. Not at all. He can handle a heap of jalapenos but swears that Starbucks bothers his stomach.
So why were there two pounds of Starbucks in his care package this week?
Because …
Dear Mom,
I love you! Happy Mothr’s Day! I love it when you clim the montin. Have a special day! I like it when we ride bikes.
Love,
Big Guy
It turns out that even an ugly cobbler still tastes pretty dang good.
I found that out this week when I doubled this recipe and made it in a small roaster to take to a pot …
(With apologies to Karma Wilson, whose “Bear” series is one of our favorites.)
When Big Guy got his yellow, he was one euphoric fellow.
Boots thought karate looked fun so he begged his mom a ton.
But Boots …
I have no problem with dirt. In fact, I much prefer to time spent in front of a screen. Once the weather warms, I even like dirt as long as it stays outside where it’s …
Big Guy had expected me to say “no,” because that’s what I’ve always said when he’s asked. It’s too windy, too cold, too hot. It wasn’t too hard to come up with excuses.
Saturday, though, he …
Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, Boots got to read his father the riot act via Skype this weekend.
“Why did you join the Army?” Boots asked the pixelated father on the computer screen. “I …
This week’s “sharing is caring” feature is a five-pound box of Strawberry Twizzlers I found for a great price at the commissary. It took up almost half of the space in the large Priority Mail …
Boots’ baseball season apparently has ended, not with a homerun trot or a pizza party, but curled up in a fetal position in the floorboard of a car.
I say “apparently,” because with more than half …
It’s based on a couple of laughably wrong assumptions, but at least paranoid bloggers have support in their “everyone is out to get us” theory.
The “evidence,” flimsy though it is, is in a new Harvard …
