I read recently that kids are using Facebook and other social media rather than blog. Blogging is so, passe. Then I thought about how I use Facebook. I always feel that my tweets or entries are just smiley faces. Like would I write a quick tweet that said, “My child is crying up a storm in his crib because he’s overtired and can’t fall asleep and it makes me feel like my stomach is filled…
I finally got out of bed at 6 after laying awake for too long and got my New York Times and came in and made too strong a cup of tea. I read this article about Haiti where before the earthquake orphanages were thin shells that housed sixty children in two-room shanties and that trafficking in children was going on long before the Baptist Idaho-ans had gone in to steal kids. What in the hell…
I was in deep conversation with a friend about parenting and she said to me, “I don’t want to do it alone,” as if she was confessing some guilty secret. I looked at her and said believe you me, I hear you. Parenting is a two-person job, whether that is a mom with her mom or a dad and his parents, or two adults, or one adult and one already grown kid, or whatever, for…
I have always had this fight or flight fantasy that bordered on me getting in my truck and running off to Mexico. Why Mexico? I have no earthly idea only that I can’t run off in my truck to the Turk & Caico’s. But it might come from what my father used to always say when the going got tough, he’d declare that he was going to get in the car and start driving and…
Yesterday started on an emotional high to low note with the dog incident, who then was adopted by night fall! Then Tin’s playdate was fun but he was so tired afterwards that he slept passed his hour and his bottle was pushed late and Mommy was getting anxy because The Krewe of Tit Rex was rolling at 5:30 sharp starting at Bacchanal and at 5:25 pm I was putting polenta in is Tin’s little mouth.…
I lay awake in bed early and knew there had to be life on other planets. How could there not be?
Friends adopted two beautiful little girls from Ethiopia and they came over today for a playdate with Tin. It’s amazing how kids get in a room with toys and suddenly the energy level takes off to the stratosphere! Tin enjoyed their company and everything was dragged out of the toy chest and found new purpose in life.
We had an emotionally charged morning as we entertained a German Shepherd rescue dog and thought that he had found a home and we had found another Shepherd. The whole morning went well until he became aggressive around Tin. So he was exiled to the backyard and we had to call the person to come take him back. UGH! I just cried to see him sitting in the backyard, homeless again, but Tin’s safety is…
We went to lunch at Restaurant August for our two year anniversary today. Delicious. But we had an encounter with a young, very attractive man, who said that he was so thankful to see us, in love, celebrating our anniversary, as he said “I am a homosexual and I want nothing more than what you both have. To love and be loved.” Need I say more.
Ever since Tin appeared and Wolfie disappeared, Loca has been acting strange. We thought she was grieving Wolfie even though she never really Loved Wolfie, she just tolerated her. And even Bam Bam has been over affectionate but we figure he is a caculating bastard who thinks if animals can disappear so quickly I might as well suck up. But Loca has been dispassionate. She interjects herself physically where she can because she is a…