Amazing how much energy children have until you finally go somewhere YOU want to go. Then the wind dies beneath their wings, and they are a draaaaag. This is a picture of my friend and I celebrating Mother’s Day at Storm King Art
I wonder about all the things my ten-year-old knows that I don’t. First of all there’s all the data he reaps from the internet. “Look, mom,” he says and types, “do a barrel roll” into the search box of the
But you’re really good at it! (Oh, you crazy multitasking superhero, you!) Happy Mother’s Day!
This is a picture of a parent letting go. More specifically, it’s a photo of my ten-year-old waiting to cross the street because his school is on this block. I always watch him as he walks through the intersection before returning to our apartment, and
Max’s friend, Noah, was describing band practice at school the other day. This picture is for Noah who wrote all the words to this cartoon.
Max has got a friend named Alice. I like Alice, her spitfire and smarts. However she’s always been a bit of a pain, impulsive and impossible to control. Lately she’s become quite abusive, kicking him in the shins and stomping
Ok, every now and then I break down and do an arts’n’craft mommy blog post. Max wanted to make Easter eggs. Nine out of the dozen survived to join our collection of Easter eggs past. Lookit what we did! (And
(Behold! Not one cat, but TWO cats we have adopted this month. Max made me do it.)
When it comes to obnoxious email spam, I think chain letters are right up there with penis enhancement ads, sprouting like digital dandelions in our virtual mailbox. I’ve pointed out to 10-year-old Max, who now has his own email