By Beck The Girl has wanted a loom for several years now, despite never having actually seen a loom in person. It was one of those strange, fleeting childhood passions, we thought, and not something that was necessary for us to fulfill. Looms are too expensive and too big to be mere whims. So she…
Monthly Archives: July 2010
Life in the Past Lane
By Michael I held up the photo and asked, “Who’s this?” Susan looked at me like I had just grown a second nose. “Who’s that?” “Yes, who is it?” “You really don’t know?” At which point, I’m taking one of those mental backpedals that sometimes save me from embarrassment but usually come much too late….
In Which I Look Forward, But Not Too Far
By Megan Al took Bean to see Toy Story 3 yesterday, so I got to spend the afternoon alone with my little Peabody. First we did the weekly grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s, which he adored because he got a cookie and a solo shower of attention and affection from the Trader Joe’s gang. After…
Crybaby
By Beck If you really want to see Fate have a good chuckle at your expense, just try laughing at another parent’s predicament. WITHOUT FAIL, you will face the same predicament yourself in record time. It’s true! (sort of!) For example: a friend was fretting about her children heading off for a week with her…
Neighborhood Etiquette 101
By Kelly When we moved into our little town home complex in the fall of 2007, we didn’t have many neighbors. Such is the nature of a new development. In fact, when we took the kids trick-or-treating that Halloween, we discovered Natalie and Connor were the only children in residence at that point. (Pro: We…
Feeling Good About Myself
By Michael There was a story in the paper last week about self esteem. It’s not pretty, even though all the children interviewed are very pretty. And bright. And incredibly talented. For those of you who missed the story, it turns out that the self esteem movement might not be as beneficial as promised and—I…
In which these are the instructions for the morning
Guest post by Sarah Styles Bessey (Emerging Mummy) Stretch out in your bed, the one with the Ikea duvet and expansive depression right in the middle, beside the husband of your youth. Remain at the thin place between sleeping and wakefulness, watching the dawn come in. By now, you’ve somehow managed to be grateful that…