We all know the story of the poor little chicken who had to had to bust her chicken butt because the worthlessly lazy cat and dog wouldn’t get off their tails to help plant the wheat, grind the flour, bake the bread etc. This, poor, poor chicken. And yet, somehow I feel on a weekly basis like this sad little character, so much that I find myself talking out loud in storybook form. Sometimes at the world, sometimes at my (...Read More)

Jay’s dirty blonde hair is now burnt-beef brown with dark blue tips because she dyed her hair Midnight Blue. And I’m glad (so glad that I helped her do it) because Midnight Blue is so much better than Fire Engine Red. According to Jay, she told me she wanted to dye her hair, and I said I was “fine with the idea.” She made this claim after she came home with a bottle of Fire Engine Red hair color, seated (...Read More)

It’s supposed to be a Kodak moment, right? And it is, at least from all the posts on Facebook I saw the day Elise started first grade. So many Facebook photos posted by my friends with sweetly smiling kid faces, beaming parents, accompanied with statements like “First day of school! We’re so proud!” And then, there was our first day. You see, I had it all planned to be a picture-perfect first day for Elise’s new school – our small (...Read More)