Mimi, my 2 and a half year old daughter, has been crying for the past half hour for “high heels”. She started wailing for the tortured shoes after the bath, then shower she and her sister took once they awoke from today’s nap. Earlier in the day we were at Gill’s place, playing with her [...]
Archive for May, 2009
High heels
Posted in high heels, toddlers, tagged shoes on May 29, 2009 | 2 Comments »
one element of stress removed…
Posted in art, petroleum art, preschool, tagged vaseline on May 29, 2009 | 3 Comments »
…another eight billion to go. Get ready, everybody. Come September 2009, the multi-talented and extremely energetic Mimi and Beenie will be spending three mornings (and possibly a few afternoons, too) in PRESCHOOL! The very flexible and cool Govan’s Presbyterian Preschool is being awesome and letting us do a three day per week program instead of [...]
OMG! Angelina Ballerina is such a BRAT!
Posted in kid DVD's, tagged Angelina Ballerina, Maisy Mouse on May 28, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Should my girls really be watching this garbage? My parents got two Angelina DVD’s at a thrift store and Beenie especially is obsessed with the complicated and stupid and bratty ballerina. It is important to watch this stuff with your kids to explain when the character’s behavior is completely unacceptable. “I’m the most horrible mouseling [...]
Medium strength
Posted in 4horseshoes studio, art, late night thoughts, painting, parenting, toddlers on May 27, 2009 | 6 Comments »
I stopped myself at medium strength fruity vodka drink #2 this evening. I could have mixed myself a third, but you and I both know what would come of that little indulgence. No need to completely ruin alcohol for myself! I don’t get to have it every day, though I usually want some every day. [...]
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
Posted in 4horseshoes studio, art, baltimore, food, painting, writing on May 25, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Tomorrow husband goes back to work after a week at home with his family. There was much packed into last week. A road trip to North Carolina and back, an out of town guest, two nights grilling meats and veggies in the back yard — what Marylander’s call a “cook-out”. A few meltdowns, but more [...]
Pre or post?
Posted in gainful employment, jobs with obama administration, preschool on May 24, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Not quite sure what I am doing at the moment, other than working hard at being a good mother. The end of something, the beginning of something, simultaneously all and everything at once. A limbo of sorts. Having a “the universe is at work and I’m just along for the ride” vibe. Really. In my [...]
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
Posted in art, potty training, road trips, tagged come from the land of the ice and snow on May 19, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I’m actually not coming to you from the land of the ice and snow. Just North Carolina, which is cool and sunny and breezy. I find myself ALL ALONE. Like in a dreamy dream. Spouse hails from NC, Greensboro to be exact, which is sort of where I am. Upstairs in his parent’s house, by [...]
Snoring
Posted in late night thoughts, tagged twitter on May 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Keeping me up. Not mine.
BB’s sleep. I type and look at stats. Exciting early Friday a.m. fare, no?
So I got a few responses re: my genuine confusion re: Twitter and its usefulness on F*ckbook… nice!
Q: What, exactly, is the value of Twitter?
I’ve been wondering the same thing.
If you find out let me know…
Did you hear [...]
Reporting from down under
Posted in baltimore, basement, tagged slop sink on May 14, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Today’s thoughts are produced in the basement of our little row house, Baltimore City, Wyman Park. I am tasked with washing an unbelievable amount of laundry and one of the side-jobs of doing laundry in our house is to monitor the occasional and devastating overflow of the slop sink which the laundry water drains into. [...]
Can anyone out there explain to me the value of Twitter?
Posted in twins on May 13, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Funny life, this. One day a huge shitpile, next day fan-fucking-tastic. Or maybe a little less dramatic, but you catch my drift. Alls I’m sayin’ is… every day is different. Not an epiphany, surely, just reality. The SAHM is subject to much fluxuation in her days; through the eyes of her child/ren, her partner, and [...]
