Revelry Reverie

Can I offer you a sensory ball?

The forward facing camera proved a real delight for Grant last night.

Well, well, well. This is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into, bank account.  And it doesn’t even include the Kindle. 😬

Eleanor found some of my stationery. She liked the look of these cards (that my sister-in-law gave me when I first married Bob, I believe) and got to work writing.  After she presented it to me, proud, and I admired all the stickers and read the message (and we hugged for like 20 minutes), I…

Henry came to visit me today at the end of the day.  Also, this morning he looked from me to Grant and asked, with concern, “Mom. How did you squeeze Grant out your bagina?” I assured him that Grant was half his current size at the time, which didn’t seem to reassure him much (AS…

In honor of Lady Gaga’s small batch concert last night, here are some of my absolute favorite jokes (one is Gaga inspired, which is why it’s relevant) (“relevant”). How do you wake up Lady Gaga? Poker face. What is brown and sticky? A stick. Knock Knock Who’s there? Spell Spell who? W-H-O. These jokes have…

Part of the instructions of the humidifier reflect the frustration of any parent who knows you need to say things at least three times. 

This past week, I was talking with some of the women I work with about periods, and about the larger issue of shame around things that aren’t shameful even if they can cause revulsion. One of my friends, Rachel, mentioned Crohns and other “invisible” diseases as an example of something that can be incredibly uncomfortable to discuss…