Those were his first words to me this morning. I should teach him the old “What has two thumbs and is FIVE today? This guy!” We baked cookies to take to his class yesterday. They turned out not too bad, considering I was frosting them and Jake was in charge of sprinkles. I wrote about […]
Hardwood, birthday prep, smoking
September 13, 2010 by 9 Comments
Pictures! Hardwood! Don’t worry, they are G-rated. My husband also painted that lovely burnt orange colour this weekend. The remainder of the house has yet to be painted – and I’m anxious to get the kitchen painted, as its current yellow clashes weirdly with the orange – and baseboards have yet to be repainted and […]
It’s my dog’s birthday!
May 30, 2010 by 3 Comments
I used to think that people who celebrated their pets’ birthdays were, how shall I say, a little bit lame. But! That was before we had Barkley, the wonder dog. Mark is presenting him with his birthday treat. I tried to manually take out Barkley’s red eyes because the photo made him look like a […]
April 21, 2010 by 4 Comments
Thanks to my friend Rebecca for the loan of the tiara. It says Princess for the Day which is kind of how I feel today! xo
Halfway to 70, or Taking the A Train to Cougarville
April 20, 2010 by 7 Comments
Tomorrow is my birthday! I am not at all shy about telling people it is my birthday. If it didn’t make me look like I have a mental illness, I would walk around with a tiara and a “Birthday Girl” button, or possibly even a sandwich board. I love my birthday. I don’t mind the […]
Actually, I prefer the term "Big Fat Whore"
March 25, 2010 by 5 Comments
After I posted the pictures of my sad little flat cake, a friend suggested I cut it in half and make a mini layer cake out of it, which struck me, quite frankly, as brilliant. It worked perfectly, although Jake and I went a little crazy with the confetti sprinkles. Don’t I look relieved? The […]
Astonishment
March 22, 2010 by 3 Comments
When I think that Mark is turning six tomorrow, I am astonished. He has evolved from a squalling, spiky haired newborn to a gangly, spiky haired six year old. Six years ago, his single greatest accomplishment was latching on correctly; last week he got his first report card. I could repeat every single cliché about […]
