It has been said that all fear is fear of death. I’ve managed to get my head around the fact that all negative emotions are fear. Envy is fear. Anger is fear. Anxiety is fear. But I hadn’t gotten my head around all fear being fear of death until I came to live with a…
The chickens turned three and five last week. I am still not sure how we all got here, let alone in one piece. But I suppose every parent feels that way. At the park over the weekend, a father, while pushing his 20-month-old son in the swing, asked, “How old are your girls?” After my…
When you are four, poop is hilarious. Last night, Noodle and I corrected an overtired meltdown (hers, though some nights it’s mine) by crawling into her bed and singing a few lullabies together. It was a lovely mother-and-child moment, the sort that seems more precious to me now that she’s only days away from five,…
Recently I took the chickens to the pet store. I envisioned a fun activity with which to fill a foggy February morning. I imagined the chicken’s delight at my suggestion of a goldfish to bring home—maybe two, if I were feeling particularly magnanimous. What a good mother I am, I secretly self-congratulated. Chicken Noodle had…
As a writer/mother, I always point out author bylines and photos when I read books to the chickens. A few days back while unloading groceries, Chicken Little pulled this box from the pile. “Look, Mom,” she said, all wide-eyed, pointing to Pa and Nell. “These are the people who wrote the popcorn!” I get so…
Captain Daddy, on the plane over as Chicken Little climbs him like King Kong on the Empire State Building, roaring and kicking: “Kill me now.” — Captain Daddy, night one, 2 a.m.: “Are you going to take her to the ER or am I?” — R (age 6) to Chicken Noodle (age 4), day two:…
This is picked up I sleep under fine art The very latest in home decorating We did this, yep. A couple of weeks ago we went to a friend of Noodle’s on a play date. It turned out to be the kind of house that makes…
http://www.nopros.eu/index/ Of course we all know it could have been much worse. It’s been four months this week since the snip-snip incident. The chickens are no longer getting double-takes at the grocery store. In fact, if you don’t look too closely, my babies look perfectly perfect once more. Everytime Chicken Noodle asks for scissors…
Santa stopped by the chickens’ preschool the other day. Very kind of him to go out of his way like that. Just like Santa to make sure that even the 7 a.m. to 6 p.m. daycare kids whose parents don’t have time to go to the grocery store let alone the mall where Santa normally…
Should you find yourself in an anxiety-ridden funk like the one *someone* (ahem) has been in as of late, take these specific steps to immediately remedy the situation. Take a road trip. Two cars, three adults, five children aged five and under, 24 hours, 400 miles and many salty snack foods should suffice. Weather: freezing…