It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here. And I have a good excuse: I’ve been writing DAILY at the Listen to Your Mother DC blog. Sometimes twice a day. And to be honest, I’m exhausted. But the show is now over. I know – my Facebook friends never thought this day would come. Yes…
Tag Archive: Sound Byte
Sound Byte: Street Smarts
My conversation with my five yaer old twins in the car earlier today: Eleanor: Mommy, is there a Huckleberry Street? Me: We know a Huckelberry. Our friend Stephanie’s baby is named Huckleberry. Eleanor: Yes – but do you know any STREETS named Huckleberry? Me: Well it certainly sounds like a street name. I’m sure there…
Sound Byte: For Real
As expected – I’ve been spending all of my brief moments for writing on Listen to Your Mother planning… So this week, I’ll have to keep it simple with a quote. This is by far my favorite thing I’ve heard anyone say in a long time. Overheard bit of conversation (no idea what it was…
She’s so damn smart sometimes…
A conversation that just happened two minutes ago… Eleanor: Mommy – when the tooth fairy brings Oliver a toy tonight… Me: The Tooth Fairy isn’t going to bring a toy. She did that the first few times, but I think this time, she’ll just leave a dollar. [Note: Since Oliver started losing teeth right before he…
Sound Byte: WTF Eleanor?
Last week, the day before I left for AZ, I decided that I needed to perform an emergency pedicure. Since Eleanor is my constant sidekick, I set it up in the bathtub instead of my own little pedi tub (i.e. the old baby bathtub). As usual, the water was a tad more hot than I…
MRI Update and My Own Little Shylock
Oliver had his MRI yesterday and for the most part it was pretty uneventful. He was a little concerned about where we were going and what we were doing, but was easily distracted in the waiting room (where we waited for a LONG time). He generally does pretty well with medical professionals, as long as…
She Knows What She Wants and…
Yesterday, Eleanor was playing Barbies and conducting a rather sweet little dialogue with herself: Eleanor: I love my Barbie… She was the BEST present. Me: [Awww! She loves her Christmas present...she's actually grateful for the things we give her. Maybe this is a step toward not demanding more all the time...] Eleanor: My Barbie is…
The Date
No – not that kind of date…I wish! (Chris and I do need to get out more.) The “date” is the day that I will have my surgery: March 11. First thing in the morning so I don’t have hours to work myself up into a ball of anxiety. I’m such a sissy. But like…
I Very Missed You
“Mommy! Where were you? It was too long. I cried. “I very missed you.” “‘Cause I pretty love you.” -George Hood, February 2011So yeah – things have gotten A LOT better since the last time I posted. I mean, I still have a “suspicious mass” in my lower abdomen and an appointment with a general…
Sound Byte: The Realist
Eleanor: Look Mom! A penny!Me: Pick it up. You know the saying? “See a penny – pick it up – all day long you’ll have…“Eleanor: A penny!
Mother to three children (four if you count my husband), keeper of a moderately sane house, admirer of beautiful interiors and fashion that becomes more and more "young" for me, textile junkie and believer in the power of wishing really, really hard. I wage a daily battle against feet on furniture, "outside voices" inside, the ever widening chasm between now and "when I used to work," wrinkles, a lack of personal time, dust and the constant arrows that having a special needs child shoots directly into one's heart. So far dust and wrinkles are winning, but only because even the best of multitaskers have their limits.