“Mama, why was I born a boy?” Startled, I put my book down and wrap an arm around his skinny shoulders. “Are you not happy being a boy?” I ask. “No. I like to be a boy.” “Do you want to be a girl instead?” “No.” He pauses. “But Mila & Margot did not have imagination of a boy witch.”… View Post
The Rona changed quite a few things about David’s work situation. First, he was able to work from home almost full time. He had to go into the office a couple times between the initial lockdown and mid-April, then moved to a 2-or-3-days-at-home schedule. It was REALLY nice. He set up a little desk out in the garage and mostly… View Post
Other than David going to work every now & then (he mostly worked from home), picking up groceries, our brief time at the hospital when Luke was born and the subsequent doctor visits, we were only with our immediate family for two months. Two. Months. I’m definitely an introvert, but even I was dying to see some new faces. My… View Post
If we’re going to revive the blog, we’re also going to revive the birthday interview tradition. (We’re also, apparently, going to refer to ourselves in the plural.) I didn’t do this last year. I wish I had. I don’t regret taking time off from writing, but I do regret not marking major milestones. For myself and for the kids. Ah… View Post
Well…one grandpa anyway. He still hasn’t met David’s dad. Which I hate. I hate that it took over a month for him to meet my parents. I hate that almost nobody but the people in our house have seen him in person, let alone held & snuggled him. If I think about it too long I cry so we’ll look… View Post