(God help you, Santa.)
I thought that ages 12 and 13 would be years of great transition in my child. I was surprised that adolescence actually seems to start at 10, where girls take delight in complaining about the introduction of bras (“sports brackets”
(Are you a believer?)
Isn’t it ironic that as parents, people spend all this energy encouraging children to eat, and as adults, people spend all this energy dieting? We worry, “He’s so skinny, you can see his ribs,” and then spend hours in front of the mirror imagining
This Wednesday I give you a short and incomplete list of things for which I am grateful: I am thankful that we found a good apartment within a week after being told that our sublease would not be renewed (short story: our piano +
May you survive the holidays.
What good is a blog if you can’t vent on it: My boy and I are moving again! Our neighbor down below doesn’t like our piano-playing. When we moved in two years ago, he complained within the first 45 minutes of setting
Hope you all scare up some good fun tonight!
(Wonder what happens when you cross a black cat.)