Monday, June 22, 2015


A couple of weekends ago we drove to Hershey, Pennsylvania to meet up with Eric's parents.  The girls rode some rides and both walked away with a very bright and very copyrighted bear from Chocolate World purchased by their loving grandparents.  Every kid hopes for a moment like that right?  I had secretly resolved to avoid the factory tour no matter what -but the moving trolley with the singing Holstein heifers was actually pretty cool.  The rendezvous softened the fact that we aren't driving to Virginia this summer.  I'm sad for the girls to miss the time there and sad myself to miss the Blue Ridge mountains that make you feel homesick and at home in the same breath.  I'm also very relieved not to spend twelve hours in the car to and fro at summer's peak.  Instead we get to enjoy these brief and beautiful months in different ways.  There is plenty to keep us busy, and hopefully we will all get a good dose of summer boredom to make us into the creative beings that we were meant to be.  ;)

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Destination Playground

Chuckie Harris Playground had fallen into a bit of disrepair over the winter.  The big slide was closed.  The grass and plants were overgrown.  Even so, it's such an open, inviting playground.  Room to run, space to climb.  We had the park to ourselves, a lot like the last time we were there.  This wasn't our hope, but it made for a wonderfully simple morning -no one to cooperate with, on our own time, eating lunch before 11am like we sometimes do.  It was just plain nice.  I had my doubts about our plan -over-thinking can be a problem for me.  But I'm learning sometimes it's best to set the wheels in motion.    

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Alumni Status

Last night I had the chance to step foot onto my old college campus.  It was a beautiful evening with the sun blinding us on the ride there and then warming us as we sipped on our glasses of wine on the lawn outside the new campus center which I preceeded.  I was brimming with pride for my alma mater and proudly donning my name tag with year of graduation.  Members of the class of '61 passing this way and that way, a class member of '75 just in front of me.  It was such a treat.  To see so many yarmulkes.  My people!  Not really of course, but I counted myself as one of them for the evening once again.  I remarked to Eric that when you become a stay at home mom, your degree of education becomes a very valuable piece of private knowledge.  

Ironically, today I got a letter from the Social Security department reviewing my income over the past ten years.  0 0 0 0 marked the last four.  Okay, that hurts a little.  No need to rub it in.  

I hope to one day make a modest amount of money again.  I want to put pennies in a jar that I don't empty for parking meters.  But some days, it seems like Verity will be two forever.  A friend of mine has twin daughters graduating from high school this year and going on to a reputable university.  And I sigh and for a moment firmly believe that will never be me.  My daughters will never be old enough to graduate high school.  It flies by.  I know.  Cherish these moments.  I do.  May I have the wisdom to see the shortness of our days, the brevity of our lives.  

Before we left for yesterday's event, I managed to lose it on the girls.  I couldn't keep my cool with the finish line so close.  Maybe some of you will be able to identify with the agonizing hours before the babysitter shows up.  I was in the kitchen making chocolate chip cookies to ease our departure.  And Verity was in the bathroom with Naomi dumping diapers, face wipes and other various bathroom items into the tub before hopping back in.  Verity was in trouble.  And Naomi was in trouble for watching it happen.  That one's a stretch.  It was just more than I could handle.  Cries for daddy.  Sad naked babies.  And chocolate chip cookies in the oven.  May they remember the cookies.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Marathon Monday | 04.20.15

I was watching Verity scaling the big kids section of the playground and stepped away for a minute to wipe off two swings for Naomi and her cousin, Fiona.  I slowly walked back to where Verity was, not really watching anything and heard deep groanings of someone little -and there she was, Verity, lying on the ground wailing.  Of course it was my someone.  I ran over to find her in agony but seeing that she hadn't fallen from somewhere very high.  It sounded like the wind was knocked out of her.  So I picked her up and she bounced back slowly, but easily enough.  She regained her breath and began to run around again, going right back to the spot where she had fallen. 

I monitored her the rest of the morning, wondering how we were going to get to the Emergency Room with all the street closures, but thankfully it didn't come to that.  Verity began to tell us that our cheering was too loud and that we need to "be kind," so I began to relax.

We go to this park, this wonderful park in Brookline on Marathon Mondays.  Afterward we walk down to Beacon Street and watch the runners go by.  For us it's the perfect place to watch.  We cheer on those sailing by in wheelchairs.  Then we wait for the elite woman to pass and marvel.  This year we didn't wait to see the men run by because it was cold and starting to rain.  So we walked to Bocca Grande for tamales and burritos.  And then we went to The Brookline Booksmith and picked out a few treats for vacation week.  Verity spied a Charlie and Lola paperback and Naomi settled on a sticker book.  I got the family a new map and a book on sale for Eric.  It's such a wonderful series of events -I really don't need anything else out of my week.  I say that now.


Sunday, March 15, 2015

The Bliss of a Brother and Three Flower Girls

We had a wonderful time in Washington, DC last week celebrating the marriage of my brother, Nathan to his beautiful bride, Courtney.  She looked stunning and I couldn't believe how grown-up my little brother looked as he stood at the end of the aisle.

These flower girls stole the show, holding hands down the isle, except for Verity who staged a dynamic protest at the back of the church before walking down with the maid of honor, ahead of her counterparts.  At the cocktail hour they continued hand-in-hand, running around happy as clams with their ginger ales and string of pearls.   

Myles, my darling nephew had a coming out party, if you will.  He got to stay up late with the grown-ups and celebrate the night away.  He looked so big and handsome and my sister and I realized that our mom was right -every stage, every age is special.  It's going to be a great privilege, and a lot more fun than sad, to watch our children grow.  

There's more to say, but I'm really very, very happy that my little brother has crossed over to the other side.  So much of it is not what you bargained for, but so much of it is good.  And now we get to do it together.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Feasting Habits

During this Lenten season, Sunday is saved for feasting.  Saturday mornings have been transformed albeit slightly with Eric and me working side by side -he's on pancakes and I'm baking the cake for the following day.  It seems that on these mornings there is nothing else I need.  I have coffee, and help and the anticipation of a meal to come.  When pancakes have been consumed and the girls fly off, I find myself alone in the kitchen with a moment's contemplation.

Tomorrow we feast on beef barbecue sandwiches, pickles, chips, cabbage slaw and German chocolate cake.  Pale ale for the adults and cream soda for the children.  For the other days of the week, I've given up sweets, mostly.  No maple syrup on the oatmeal kinda thing.  And no mid-week mini-egg binging.  It's for the best.

We still have mountains of snow that need to melt - a very penitent road to Easter for us.  But this morning the sun shines and it's one of those days when you want to drive to Vermont.    There are buds on the tree outside our kitchen window.  And we are almost to March.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Friday Journal

Today we stayed quiet.  The words "wind chill advisory" carry great weight for me.  And with no big plan and sunshine pouring in our window the morning passed.  As it does.  We did not even think of advancing toward the door.  Naomi brought her CD player into the living room and pressed play.  Verity and I roamed around the house doing some chores and some puzzles.  I made my first loaf of bread of the winter.  A recipe I got out of Cooks Illustrated for Easy Sandwich Bread.  We smothered the warm bread with peanut butter and jelly for lunch.  No accompaniments.  Verity poured out her drinking water on the table once finished with her sandwich -a sure sign that I had missed the ideal nap time.  And here we are.

Hopefully it's a few degrees warmer now.  This afternoon we are going to the library though we will not head straight for the children's room.  We will pause at the recently returned movie shelves for something for the adults of the house -hopefully an Oscar-nominee.  If I could I would binge watch Girls all weekend.  But I'm currently up-to-date waiting for Monday night's day after viewing.  HBO Go.  Hannah is so good for me right now.  So honest and over the top and completely fictional, yes I know.  But, she is a truth spewer.  And so so funny.  

Any plans this weekend?  We're almost there.