I like yogurt. A lot. Put it this way: 'twere it not for yogurt, I might be dead from malnutrition. One of my faves? Chobani. Last year, we were eating so much Chobani and then letting Jasper (the dog) lick the containers that whenever someone said, "Chobani," Jasper would come running. We even use it [...]
I'm coming to the realization that one of the worst feelings in the world is powerlessness. I felt it when we were coming back from Mexico and the mean TSA agent took my kid's water bottle for no good reason. And the other day, I felt it at the park. Elfie (9), Newt (almost 11), [...]
So I'm happy to report that the kids not only survived camp but had a fabulous time. Apparently the first night was a little touch-and-go: Newt wanted to come home very badly, and Elfie got stung by a bee. But they sucked it up, and the memorable stories have been trickling out of them since [...]
"I just really don't want to go. I'm going to miss you guys too much." My 10-year-old son is lying in his bed. I'm snuggled next to him, stroking his head. He finds a hole between my body and the mattress so he can get both arms around me. It's like he's holding on for [...]
So the kids, Newt and Elfie, are at a little camp this week, and today they came home with a story for which words could not do justice. I've been messing around with an app called Paper by Fifty Three on the iPad (I'm sure all of you cool people already know all about it -- I'm just [...]
Last weekend, the kids each had a sleepover. Unfortunately, I couldn't manage to schedule them both on the same night, so it kind of felt like an elementary school B&B here (except for the part where I drag my ass out of bed and cook everyone breakfast). Anyway, my buddy, Cheryl, who's much more experienced [...]
We're a family of three, not four this week (or four, not five, if you count the dog). Newt, our 10-year-old, is away for two nights with his classmates at a wilderness camp. At Lake Tahoe. In the snow. Fortunately he's not snow camping (because that's only for crazy people). They're in cabins with heat [...]
So my son, Newt, does this thing where he'll say something and then repeat it under his breath. It pretty much annoys the hell out of me, but I can't really get too ticked off because I know exactly why he does it. Why do I know exactly why he does it? Because I do [...]
We've tried pretty hard not to cuss around the kids. In part because my now-8-year-old son, Newt, had a mimicking issue as a younger child. When he started saying, "Shit," we blamed it on my mom. When he pointed out the semi "Frucks" -- with a very soft "r" -- as we were driving down [...]
My 8-year-old son, Newt, is back in school and fighting aliens. As in space aliens. It's a big job that he and a couple friends have taken on. And it's a darn good thing because the aliens have secretly landed and are planning to do lord only knows what to the hapless peoples of earth.So [...]
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