Wordless Wednesday (Mad Scientist)
Slim Pickin’s for a Picky Eater
My son Max is pretty much all about cheese and carbs. He doesn’t believe in consuming plant life—nothing involving fruit anyway, in any form. Well, maybe ketchup… and the natural fruit flavors in gummy candy. Okay, I also sneak mashed bananas
Wordless Wednesday (Pop)
(Time for a haircut)
Drinking with the Unicorn & Other Grown Up Beastliness: Thoughts On Being a Role Model
I poisoned myself yesterday afternoon, partaking in an overambitious pitcher of sangria concocted from strawberries, rosé wine, and basil-infused gin. “That looks huge,” said Lady V. But my eyes were bigger than my liver, and I responded, “Half of it is ice.”
Wordless Wednesday (Bad Roommate)
Get It Yourself!
Every now and then, an irrational sense of entitlement shows itself in Max. You expect it in little kids: I want it, and I want it now. A tantrum erupts when you take away a toy (or their tenth Oreo, or a