Last night I floated under the stars in a hot tub, in the backyard of Sheila, Jeremy and Jemma’s house. After drinking two powerful lemonade drinks (I think someone slipped vodka in that lemonade), and eating a delicious grilled chicken, cucumber, potato salad, and cannilini bean salad dinner SOMEONE ELSE PREPARED. Welcome to the Hammonds!
I [...]
Archive for June, 2009
The Hammonds
Posted in vacations for mothers, tagged Hammond, Indiana on June 27, 2009 | 1 Comment »
RIP 4horseshoes…
Posted in 4horseshoes studio, art, painting on June 25, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I no longer have a painting studio. Went over there this past Sunday afternoon to work for the first time in two or three weeks, and it was a mold and spider infested brick box. I lost two or three paintings to mold. Luckily I hated the paintings, so no great loss, OTHER THAN THE [...]
Something a fruity vodka drink can’t fix…
Posted in naps, raising twins, twins on June 24, 2009 | 3 Comments »
… an entire day with no time to myself. Mimi once again is refusing to relax and nap. I told her I need alone time. I told her it is quiet time. I tried to lie down with her in numerous rooms in the house, to no avail. I want to put a box over [...]
Outline online
Posted in dresses, shoes, tantrums, throwing a fit, twins, tagged outline on June 19, 2009 | 1 Comment »
This morning we actually managed to get out of the house while the sun shone. It has been raining. Lots. Went with Jiyun and her kids, me and my kids to the Baltimore Museum of Art sculpture garden for a picnic and to let the small ones loose. IT RULED! We have been trapped in [...]
Sides
Posted in Cinderella, parenting, vacations for mothers, tagged worried about cinderella on June 17, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I don’t think I have a problem with children. Especially my own. I like and love my dear daughters. Even their resistance to pooping in the potty, even their occasional tantrums. They are just being the purest little beings they can be, which is their job. They are doing their job. And I am trying [...]
atomic mushrooms
Posted in art, playground, toddlers, travel with twin toddlers, tagged atomic mushrooms on June 15, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Girls and I hit the playground this a.m. with Jiyun, Emmie and Marko. Huge thunder clouds in the sky over the park, BIG gray things. Not amounting to anything other than a little cover from the sun.
Poor Mimi has the poops. Probably from too much juice the past few days. We (me and the ladies) [...]
So this is what makes life divine…
Posted in Cinderella, end times, tagged cats, great flood II, mice on June 11, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Beenie and Mimi (but especially Beenie) are currently obsessed with Cinderella. I’m not entirely sure how it found its way into our house. VHS. I have my theories… probably the same way two Angelina Ballerina stuffed mouses arrived. The kindess of others. I felt kind of icky when I found out Beenie was into it. [...]
Beware — shitstorm ahead!
Posted in art, arts grants, daycare, painting, preschool, tagged shitstorm on June 9, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Why? Why? Mimi, my current terrible two, called out to me a few minutes ago from her room… Mine have big poop! She had climbed out of her crib, taken off her diaper and smeared SHIT on the floor and the rug and two blankets and all over herself. Naptime began around 2pm and I [...]
Where oh where has my sanity gone…
Posted in art, headache, naps, tagged MoMA, New York on June 8, 2009 | 1 Comment »
…oh where oh where can it be? With its tail to short and my brain too long, oh where oh where can it be?
Mimi has once again refused to nap today. Now that there is nothing to contain her, not a goddamed thing, she thinks she can just cavort around like a human being with [...]
Uh oh
Posted in preschool, throwing ones self out of the crib, toddlers on June 2, 2009 | 2 Comments »
There is a disturbing twist during naptime this past week. Mimi, who has, in the past, embraced naptime, now laughs in its face, even if she is exhausted. All is due to the realization she is no longer contained by her crib. I knew this day would come. And it is horrible. Does this mean [...]
