Tomorrow morning, we are traveling to Virginia to celebrate Thanksgiving with Jim’s dad and step-mom, and, hopefully, my sister, too. We started packing yesterday, and Eliza is, as per usual, beside herself. “We’re going to the AIRPORT an’ then we’re going to VirGINia!” she announces at 5, 15, and 25 … more behind the clicky
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One of the things my mom and I talked about while she was here was identity — how the thing that you think is the most important thing about you shifts over the years. Seventeen, even 10 years ago, either one of us would’ve put the whole husband/dad-died thing pretty … more behind the clicky
I’m pretty proud of myself for reigning in the &^%ing &%^ trash talk most of the *()%&^#$ing time with a little kid around most of the time. I have successfully substituted “shoot” or “shootsipoo” for, you know, the other s-word, and my days of shrieking about matriarch-fornicating this or that … more behind the clicky
Eliza laughed until she gave herself hiccups over this video on Cheezburger tonight: I laughed almost as hard, although I’m not sure whether it’s the video or the kid that was funnier. *** Eliza is snoring so loudly right now that when she started up about 10 minutes ago I … more behind the clicky