His name was Eddie Graham Vaughan Jr., but the family always called him Little Eddie to distinguish him from his dad, Eddie Sr. Of course, by the time he became a young man, that nickname was a major misnomer. He was tall, with an imposing physique — you could imagine him crushing a beer keg [...]
Ramblin’ Prose
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Of little girls and footwear
Camille was headed on a field trip to the zoo this morning, and the instructions from school emphasized practical, weather-appropriate clothing and sneakers or tennis shoes. I was anticipating trouble from Camille, who likes her footwear pink, bare, and sock-free. I was so sure she’d resist that I followed her upstairs and started searching for [...]
Laundry tales
In the crush to get my research paper done for class and getting the house ready for Herb’s parents, who were coming to visit, I was doing some serious multitasking the other night. While the kids ate dinner, I headed upstairs to fold laundry. “Mommy, you should sit down and rest,” Abby said. When I [...]
“Cuppin’ and gougin’ “
This one’s for you Grams…
So, we’re talking about bad habits one evening, and Camille is telling us about a boy in her class. “He does this,” she says. Standing, knees bent, pelvis thrust forward, she puts one hand over her privates and makes a kneading gesture that would do Julia Child proud.
As we go into [...]
Liveblogging the Oscars
Despite the fact that I’ve seen only a fraction of the nominated films, I’m returning to my tradition of liveblogging the Oscars. Let’s face it — the fun of the Oscars is in the clothes and the hair and the speeches. Plus, I’m convinced that half the voting Academy hasn’t seen the films either.
And after [...]
Stepping out with another blog
Made my first post at Triad Diary, the paper’s blog about life in Greensboro.
Herb is bitter I didn’t post it here first. I’ll try to get a photo and post it here.
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Pip, Pip, hooray!
Two days of perfect crate behavior from the little guy. Of course, we’ve been coming home roughly every 2 to 3 hours to let him go pee and poo.
My favorite quotes from the kids so far:
Abby: “Mommy, I think Pippin was meant to be a part of our family.”
Camille: “Mommy, do you love [...]
The good, the bad and the frustrating
Life with puppy. It’s riding the old emotional roller coaster, that’s for sure. When we left him for the first time in the crate on Sunday, we weren’t gone for more than 30 minutes, but came back to find he’d pooped in the crate, even though he had pooped outside that morning.
So when we [...]
Also, time to have that talk
Abby came into the kitchen later in the afternoon, and said, “Mommy, I saw a little pink thing come out of his pee when we were playing.”
“Yep, he’s a boy dog. He has a penis. It’s what they do.”
“Does that mean he wants to marry me?”
“Uh, something like that.”
“Mommy, it’s freaking me out.”
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P.S. I’m back
Turned in my final paper today. Since September, the only writing I’ve been able to do is for CST 600, the first course in the Masters program in Communication at UNCG. It’s been all reading, writing and research. And you know what? I’ve loved every minute of it.
Going back to school has been the [...]
‘The world inside my head’
I was putting Camille to bed last night, and she smiled at me and said, “I wish you could see the world inside my head.”
Wow, I thought. I wish I could, too.
“What it’s like?” I asked. “Is it a nice place?”
“Oh, yes,” she said. “There’s peppermint! And Mommy. And Daddy. And Abby.”
“Wow,” I said. “It [...]
And we think OUR kids are funny…
A colleague at work passed this along. I laughed so hard, I cried.
And I still can’t pick a favorite:
Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. [...]
