Pretty much every parent I’ve ever encountered recalls the point at which their little bundles started lying to them.
Archives for March 2018
Et tu, Woogie? Last week, Ryan and I made a run to the local Home Depot (a.k.a., the orange borg). Lately, the Woog has insisted on riding in a kiddie cart every time we visit the blue or orange borg. These are the carts that have steering wheels and seatbelts, and are trimmed out to […]
In the winter, whenever my phone rings and I see Ryan’s preschool on the caller ID, I immediately feel about a hundred years old.
I stumbled downstairs in my underwear Monday morning to see three women standing in the dining room. They were specialists from the county Early Intervention Office, and they were here to see Jack.
It’s Sunday afternoon, and everyone in the house except me has been grappling with some sort of dual-evacuation stomach bug. Mom is laid out in the living room in her green recliner, looking like someone in an Edvard Munch painting.