My baby’s a teenager!
And I’m going overboard in a glorious cloud of sugar and chocolate.
Wish me luck!
This same time, years previous: twelve, the quotidian (2.6.17), loss, cheesy bacon toasts, chocolate mint chip cookies, in which we enroll our children in school.
This same time, years previous: chicken and sausage gumbo, baked brie with cranberries and walnuts, the quotidian (2.1.16), object of terror, the quotidian (2.2.15), a Wednesday list, itchy in my skin, how we got our house, taco seasoning mix, wheat berry salad.
This morning my older daughter left for Florida (again) where she’ll be living in a trailer with her employer, taking riding lessons from some fancy guy, and, hopefully, earning a bit of money.
Tomorrow morning I head to NYC for the Fresh Air Conference, and then Saturday my younger daughter returns from a week of nannying for my brother’s family in Pittsburgh.
It’s more comings and goings than usual, but I’m okay with it. I’m also looking forward to March when we’re all back together again.
I was all excited about trying this recipe — I even made homemade pasta (but with just one egg and about a third cup water) — and then no one liked it.
I mean, we ate it, but the kids weren’t too keen on the onions and I thought the yogurt sauce made it taste like baby spit-up. Lovely, right?
I need a new read aloud for me and the younger two kids!
We’re all a little worn out from the last two books — Ender’s Game, which the boy liked but the girl (and mother) not so much, and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy which none of us liked (sorry, Hitchhiker fans!) — so now we’re craving pure pleasure, something like Holes, or A Day No Pigs Would Die, or Counting By Sevens.
Ideas?
Hey-hey, lookie here! For all things beautiful and practical, check out my cousin’s fabulous new website.
She’s amazing, and so are the things she makes. I’m a fan of her drawstring bags and skillet socks, and we use her cloth napkins daily.
Treat yo self, people!
The other evening, the older two kids and I decided to watch something. It’s gotta be funny, Mom, they said, and I was like, I know JUST the thing.
I’d already seen Hasan Minhaj’s Homecoming King, but this time it was even more fun, since I got to watch the kids’ reactions. They loved it. They caught a bunch of the jokes that never made any sense to me — pop culture and tech stuff — and they appreciated the hard topics of immigration, racism, and romance.
Have you seen it?
My older son and I both made it into The Valley Playhouse’s production of The Diary of Anne Frank — I’m Mrs. Frank and he’s Peter. Rehearsals start tonight, and the show runs May 2-12. Mark your calendars!
Have a great weekend!
This same time, years previous: vindication, ROAR, crispy pan pizzas, lemon creams, and just when you thought my life was all peaches, peanut butter and honey granola, mayonnaise, rock-my-world cocoa brownies.