Forget dinner & a movie

I’m browsing the footsie pajamas when he calls. “I just walked in, where are you?” He finds me melting over matching boys T-shirts that say, “Future Prince Charming.” I worry that he might make fun, but then notice he’s got a toy...

A crushing disappointment

UPDATED: So, after reading the comment by the Harvard Housewife I realized – duh – I don’t need no preschool play to see my little goat. I’ve got a flipcam and plenty of time on my hands since we are snowed in and completely housebound. So,...
In no particular order

In no particular order

I’m thankful for: Monkey hugs. Freshly cleaned carpets. Mmmm smells as good as it looks. Good-bye little boy footprints, hello steam-cleaned. New pajamas. Four free days to fill as we choose. Christmas trees and the decorations we’ve collected from around...

Laundry

Sometimes my mind is as cluttered as my house. After a long week, the laundry piled high on the table tells the tale of what we’ve been up to. Who wore what when. There are many stains. I pass that pile every night on the way to my bedroom and promise myself I...
How kids see color

How kids see color

My first son was born in South Africa. My homeland. My motherland. The place where my heart is buried deep beneath a jacaranda tree heavy with purple petals. Such a tree waits at the top of my parents’ drive to welcome guests. I would take you there if I could....