On the Trail of the Teenage Boy

In just a few short months, my son will become a teenage boy. Already, this has brought me into frequent contact with an increasing number of the creatures. Oh, I've seen them around: Exhibiting poor judgement, riding ridiculously tiny bikes against traffic, slugging each other, wearing jeans so low they have to effect a laughably awkward gait. Supremely unaware of how they appear to others, their every action seems calculated nevertheless to attract the attention of others.

Fast Food

The other day, I made food that both children ate. Such is my life that this is noteworthy and cause for some degree of celebrating. The kids liked it, I loved it, and my spouse loved me just a little bit more for making it. Upon hearing about it, a number of friends have asked that I post my recipe in this blog. It seems like a reasonable use of the space, so here goes.

Gamma Girl Wash Day (After Day...)

I got my arm stuck in a pair of skinny jeans the other day. There I was, steadily working my way through a quantity of laundry that might have you thinking we’re a family of seventeen. This is because - well, yeah, I hate doing laundry so it does tend to accumulate - but also because my daughter likes to surprise me.