Monthly Archives: December 2003

Jackson is moving us steadily through the dark realm of NO and into that peculiar circle of hell where children hold pointy sticks they found outside to your forehead and say WHY? over and over without waiting for a response. … Continue reading →

This morning I was sitting in bed reading the paper during a brief pause in the continuous pillow fight that is my life at the moment — the termite fight in Antz was on, which required Jackson’s full concentration — … Continue reading →

Last night I drove over to Trader Joe’s and I happened to park in front of a huge, dented, metallic-blue-and-primer-gray, two-and-a-half ton pickup truck with what looked like a cow catcher mounted on the grille — the kind of vehicle … Continue reading →

Yesterday when I was at work Jackson’s school called. They said he had a fever and was lethargic and if I could I should take him home. I ran to my car crying. After all, isn’t that what happened to … Continue reading →

One fun thing that happened when we were in Hawaii was that I had a panic attack. We had a hotel babysitter lined up and were going to go out to dinner at Alan Wong’s with the birthday boy and … Continue reading →

Just something I thought you might like. click postcard to view larger image

Three things that remind me of my mom. There we sat, in awed silence, as my mother presided over a meatloaf dinner with a splendid display of Jell-O coupons arranged by expiration date, my father respectfully propelling the discussion with … Continue reading →

Continuing to totally cheap out on the posts here, but I’d just like to give a shout out to the people who sent me this order confirmation e-mail: Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with … Continue reading →

Jackson’s verbal development has paused, giving him what I hope is a temporary but darling speech impediment: his L’s come out as W’s. This results in entertaining, Elmer Fuddlike phrases such as “Mom, I wost my fwashwight.”

Yesterday, while lifting a load of wet clothes out of the washer, I smacked my head on an unfortunately placed soffit that juts out right above the machine. At that instant, two layers of sound were clearly discerned by me. … Continue reading →