Now: Stormy Weather

Most mornings it is getting brighter at 7:30. This morning it was getting darker. Rain fell just as Oliver and I headed out to the bus stop. The first spots on the driveway were bigger than quarters. I foolishly thought the bus would come quickly, before we were soaked to the skin. Rain, lightning, thunder, [...]

Wordless Wednesday (er, um Thursday): Dancing Fool

Now: Home Again

Today’s adventure was a quick visit to the Professional Football Hall of Fame. It was (sort of) on the way home and we’d picked up passes in the last school fundraiser. Oliver has declared it boring and never wants to go back. I’m going to chalk that up to not enough sleep last night.
Overall, it [...]

Now: Snoring

Right now Oliver is snoring in the bed next to mine in a Cleveland hotel. He just attended his first night baseball game. He’s got Wally in one hand and the baseball he acquired in the other.
More about the first leg of OperationBallpark tomorrow.

Now: Goodbye Pre-K

I Wasn’t Offended

Oliver started playing organized (heh) baseball this spring. It’s been an adventure in so many ways. Last night, week 3, they finally got their hands on bats. When I suggested to the head of the program that helmets might be useful all he could muster was, “Um, okay. Yeah. Sure.”
O is in a group of [...]

clearing the cobwebs

In an effort to clear the cobwebs around here, I’m going to sweep everything into a big ol’ pile (not a steaming one, but a pile nonetheless). Since last we chatted, on Eleanor’s birthday, life has been nothing short of insane. My calendar is a mass of entries and so many colors I can’t see straight.
Here [...]

Long Days, Short Years

Oliver is five today. As Devra says, he’s “one entire hand.” And mighty happy about it too. He’s not the only one. For weeks he’s been telling me when he’s five he will wipe his own bum. Hallelujah.
It is well documented that I haven’t slept since Oliver arrived. As a result, days are long [...]

My Son, Tryer of New Things

Those who are acquainted with Oliver need to stop laughing at that title. I know he’s not exactly Mr Adventure. Cautious, he is. But yesterday he threw caution to the wind and spit on it. With the wind, of course. His mother has listened to enough Jim Croce that not spitting into the wind is [...]

He’s Right

Sometimes my son speaks the truth, like this morning as we were walking to the bus stop, at 7:19am.
“Mum, you never get any rest.”