Jed bought the girls a small motorcycle to share. I get that motorcycling is kind of important and I am totally down with the girls learning to ride. I used to ride and just sold my bike this Summer because we needed a new washer and dryer. Turns out that I have a…
I’m good at math. I love math. I have an engineering degree if you could not tell by my accent. And it’s also why my grammar is lacking. If I may do some easy math – it has always been my understanding that if A=B and B=C, then A=C. Yes? So let’s do…
Jed is the lone man among four women in our household. I really hate talking stereotypes, but somehow these girls are very stereotypical girly girls. When Eloise was three we signed her up for soccer – you know to expose her to sports. She cried the whole time and expressed her issue with the sport…
After skipping the customary pumpkin patch/orchard trip last fall, we instead enjoyed our urban patch a la Target..I promised the girls a real farm this year… ****** The conversation from the backseat early Sunday morning on the way to the farm…(me, alone with all 3 kids…) Esther: Mom – we are leaving the tall buildings,…
I never really wanted children. I would dream of an apartment in Manhattan with white carpets and black tiles, and both a black and white Persian cat on my lap. Sterile. Pristine. Quiet. I would read for hours, days, weeks at a time uninterrupted, when I wasn’t flying around the world for my high powered…
I look at my daughters and they are perfect. Their skin, their hair, their knees, their smiles, their hearts. They are carefree and happy. Not self conscious. Kids love themselves. Babies kiss themselves in the mirror. I wish for my daughters that everlasting love for themselves – to know that they are perfect, just the…
The airlines booked our seats apart last year when I flew with just the 2 girls to Florida. The girls were together – but I was about 10 rows in front of them. I, and the flight attendants, begged and pleaded with nearby passengers to switch with me. At 6 months pregnant and crying, I…
