Oh no, let’s go: packing like it’s 1999 and preparing for The Monti
Things might get a little quiet on Hot Breakfast over the next couple weeks. For starters, we have the move. I have been diligently assembling boxes and filling them with blankets, picture frames, Tupperware, platters and off-season clothes. I promise…
Monks the Avenger (or, emotional development by proxy)
We closed on the house yesterday. Once all the paperwork was signed, we drove the boys over to visit and celebrate on the porch with Pirate’s Booty and cantaloupe. Monkey wants to put YOU in the mailbox. It wasn’t the…
Rooster update
Guess who was one of two kids left standing in PMO today? THIS GUY! The teachers seemed shocked. They said he cried for five minutes but then climbed into a Cozy Coupe with his ratty old lovie, Elephant, and all…
The Clam: adventures in pronunciation with the Cackalacky Kid
Tonight, a scene from the car. Noah: “Mom, can you be a silly mom when we get home?” Me: “Sure. What does a silly mom do?” “I want you to be a cl…..” “A clam? “No, a “cl….” “A what?…
Commandment #4: Cook most days (or, man vs. garbanzo bean)
Confession: I have made zero progress on Commandment #3, Go to bed earlier. With the move coming up, it’s just not gonna happen. Instead, I’m making the coffee a little stronger, trying to sneak naps when Pat has the kids…
The Call (or, the little red rooster)
Yesterday, less than 45 minutes after I dropped Rory off at school, I got the call. “Hi. Rory has been crying since you left. We think that’s enough for today. Can you pick him up?” “Don’t even think about going…
Life After (Cleaning) People
Have you seen the documentary Life After People? I have, of course, because it plays right into my obsession with things that freak me out; or, in this case, things that trigger my existence-related panic attacks. (I know that sounds totally…
Movin’ on Up (that is, if I can move on off the couch)
Well, we got the house. *Not an actual representation of the new house. Same neighborhood, same square-footage, different house. We’re happy about it. We really are. But if I don’t sound excited about it, it’s because I’m not necessarily excited…
Labor Day
On Labor Day, the unofficial last day of summer, Noah learned how to swim. The moment was as poignant as it was proud, as he could have drowned at our neighborhood’s summer kick-off event less than three months before. The…
