It’s a known fact about my childhood that going to sleep in your own bed did not necessarily mean you were going to wake up there. My parents were big fans of spontaneity and surprises. As in, let’s put the kids in the car at 4 am and drive to so-and-so’s house to make breakfast. Or let’s go surprise so-and-so at the beach. Decide to head out on a camping trip at 8 in the evening? Just par for the course. Continue reading
Category: motherhood
The Best Holiday.
I know I say this about every holiday, but Halloween really is the best night of the year. The flurry of costume construction in the days before, the actual day, where the children are far too keyed up to do anything but talk about how much candy they are going to consume and then, finally, FINALLY, they are let loose to roam the streets, going to door, with the universal language of lights on, someone’s home and all you have to do is knock on the door and they will give you candy. The air is filled with fun and the sense of community. Parents wandering with a red solo cup in hand, looking after a group of kids that got just a little bit ahead of them while they stopped to chat. Or refill as the case may be. Continue reading
Same as it ever was, only with a better name.
Technically, I’m not a Girl Scout leader anymore. After 5 years, I’d gotten chewed out enough for a volunteer position that I decided to cut all ties and walk away from the organization. The girls however, were a different story. I’d spent an hour or more, with them every other week for the last 5 years. I consider them partially my own girls. I promised them we’d continue to do something together this year and left it open. I was thinking we’d touch base once a month, maybe do a book club. We got together after school started and they laid out what they’d like to do. Turns out they still wanted to meet every other week, they still wanted me to come up with a plan for them to pitch out the window, so for all intents and purposes, we were pretty much doing the same thing we’ve been doing, only with no organizational oversight and no name. Continue reading
Living in her Pinterest world.
It was Spring Break of first grade where Edie discovered that Martha Stewart was a real person and had her own TV show. Somehow, despite having piles of Martha’s books and magazines stacked all over the house, I had neglected to expose my daughter to all that the lifestyle maven had to offer. This is what happens when I let my child watch television unsupervised. (She discovered Julia Child this way too.) Edie was instantly hooked. Here was someone that understood her. Next thing I knew, she had handed me a materials list because with Easter coming that week, she was going to dye her eggs Martha style.
Major mom win.
Edie is a HUGE Taylor Swift fan. When she found out Taylor was coming to play in Charlottesville, she was pretty much beside herself with excitement. Could not stop talking about going to see her show.
And then I found out how much tickets were. Continue reading
Watermelon rind pickles and sandboxes.
Every summer I make a batch of watermelon rind pickles. I know there are some of you out there who think peaches are quite a bit of work – yes, they can behave like assholes as Patience so eloquently put it, but honestly, watermelon rind pickles are a far more pain in my ass than those peaches. Continue reading
It’s a brave new world. Sort of.
Some of you may have noticed I joined Twitter today. I know absolutely nothing about it except that my husband has been telling me for some time now that I should be on it. For a few years now, Edie’s had teachers that tweet info to parents, which Pat has used to tell me I should be on Twitter. So what happened today that made me change my mind?
Random recent happy things.
Tales from the first day of school.
The big yellow angel is back and with it, Edie’s best get-her-to-school-on-time buddy.


