Tales from the Trenches

Daddy’s Lovey

The girls’ Gaba (my mom) recently spent a few days with us. Because our guest room is also Madeline’s room, our little jack-in-the-box actually stayed in her bed sleeping contentedly beside her Gaba. Dave said he missed having Madeline snuggled up next to him and told her this much. Daddy: I’ve missed having you comeRead the whole post >>

Saturday Night Dance Party

The highlight of my weekend was a Saturday Night Dance Party held in Dave and my bedroom. We had Elvis Presley’s Hound Dog on repeat and we were all going crazy, dancing with abandon. My normally subdued husband and staunch supporter of the “I don’t dance” camp was swiveling his hips in a very ElvisishRead the whole post >>

Amnesia or Maybe Laryngitis?

Me: What were you going to tell me? Madeline: I can’t remember. Me: Well, tell me if you think of it. Madeline: It might not come back. A few seconds later… Madeline: Oh, I ‘member. Me: What? Madeline: Nevermind. It’s not in my throat anymore.

Choose Your Words Carefully…

Madeline, our nocturnal child, is obsessed with what adults do once she retires for the evening. We were downstairs one morning when she saw a DVD cover for 24. “What’s this?” she asked. “An adult movie,” I stupidly said. “You watch this when I sleep?” “Yes.” Later that evening as we all sat down forRead the whole post >>

Growing Old Gracefully?

I really, really try to not get too wrapped up in vanity, but I have to say it’s a teensy-weensy bit disheartening when you’re not even 30 and your 3-year-old is staring at your forehead and asks, “Mommy, what are all those little lines on your face?”