Apologies for the radio-silence around here (do people really say that anymore, in the age of webcasts and podcasts and satellite? Hmm). In case you hadn’t noticed, the holiday-ramp up has kinda kicked my ass. Immediately following Gaga’s 4th birthday we started planning for Thanksgiving (we hosted 31!) and certain sacrifices were made. This blog was the first thing to go … but I’m back!
And I’m here to tell you:
While I was busy eating and cooking and eating some more – as opposed to sitting my ass down in chair and WRITING – Continue reading “9 Ways to Lose the Baby Weight” »
So, I read this post from Unclutterer.com at 530 this morning before heading out on my daily run (yes, I’m still running! woo-hoo!), which inspired me to totally automate my weekly schedule today.
Life around here since school started up again has been totally chaotic, mostly because Continue reading “Coolest. Calendar-ing. Ever.” »
When I was a kid, a friend’s nanny threatened to drop my friend and me on the side of the road if we didn’t stop acting up in the back seat. We didn’t stop acting up. She then left us on the side of the road and drove off.
I worship her. If I knew where that nanny was now I’d probably send her flowers or a fruit basket. I’m not worthy.
Still, I try.
We have a few family traditions that I am very very very attached to. These are things I absolutely can not have a logical discussion about. Just the mention of most of them makes me tear up – either out of extreme joy and anticipation or because YOU BETTER NOT BE SUGGESTING WE CHANGE A FUCKING THING.
I have been like this my whole life. When I was 20, I spent a semester living in London with seven or eight other Americans. When Thanksgiving rolled around, I insisted they all cook MY FAMILY’S recipes. I called my home town butcher in suburban New York and got his Turkey Cook Time instructions faxed to me. Then I went to Harrods and unloaded on the poor guy who tried to sell me THEIR pre-made stuffing.
I like things the way I like them.
For instance: Continue reading “What We Do On Our Summer Vacation” »
Every once in awhile I do some big grand parenting thing that makes me think I’m not completely screwing up our kids.
Not enough that these moments of Mama Mojo come anywhere near balancing out the constant “Therapy Talking Points” I provide my kids on a daily basis – She’s always DEMANDING us, she never says please! She left us with sitters she found on the internet! Sometimes she starts screaming at us before we’ve even finished breakfast! She won’t make us a back-up dinner if nothing on the table is appealing enough to our persnickety palates! One year she chose to attend a WRITING WORKSHOP for three whole days rather than celebrate MOTHER’S DAY with us! When one of us hits/kicks/bites the other one, SHE ACTUALLY TELLS US TO HIT/KICK/BITE THEM BACK! – but hey, we’re Jewish, they were going to end up in therapy anyway, so I’m doing them a favor by at least offering them something to “explore” while they’re there.
That said, sometimes I really do stun myself by coming up with something that actually helps them negotiate the world in a more logical way, and turns them into better people, with an actual value system, and umm … makes my life easier on the-day-to-day level, too.
And by easier, I mean less expensive. Continue reading “Experience Days vs. Gift Days: How To Exit Through The Gift Shop Sans Tears” »