Success! With pit stop at home after school to repair damages sustained in gym class. And of course, now we must look at halloween costumes of past (nobody tell Max that I’ve posted these)…
Halloween is gonna kill me. Somewhere during my ten-yr-old’s early formative years I implied that homemade costumes are far superior to store bought costumes, and I am now paying for it. I really don’t have the time to spare this
Uncle! I give in! I’ve been at this blog for a whole year. It’s been fun, it’s been work, and it’s time to take a break. What happened to June?? My Great Aunty Elsie was fond of pointing out that
This is Jackson, one of our two cats who recently joined our household. He haunts our kitchen sink like a giant black cockroach covered in fur. I don’t leave dirty dishes unwashed for long, but he likes to stick his
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