My grandson, Little O, turned 2 ½ on Valentine’s Day. He is smack in the middle of what is supposed to be the terrible twos. From my lofty perch on the grandmother throne, I find all of the manifestations of this age to be hilarious and very cute. I recently unearthed my older sons’ 30-year-old little
What a year! Lots of blessings – extraordinary blessings. My second son got married in September, to his long-time girlfriend, a woman we all love and admire. My nephew got married in December, to his long-time girlfriend, also a woman we all love and admire. Another nephew got engaged to HIS long-time girlfriend, another fabulous woman
Last Friday, we took Little O to the “New Children’s Museum” in West Hartford. That is how it bills itself. However, I went with my own kids in a previous millennium and even had one of their birthday parties there in 1996, and there wasn’t too much that seemed new to me. Even the chinchilla
Last Saturday was the 25th anniversary of my father’s death. He died when he was 60 years, 9 months old. I was really hoping that California Chrome would win the Triple Crown on his death day, as he was a big horse racing fan. In fact, he died at the race track, but the odds
It seems the price that moms must pay for raising a sweet, gentle child is that you will have to experience his being bullied. Bullies have radar for the kids who are innocent and nonviolent. How do I know this? Well, I am an expert based on my vast years of experience raising two gentle boys.
Time to give thanks! I know how fortunate and blessed I am, and give thanks every day in my mind to whatever higher power has brought me this amazing life. But sometimes it’s good to say it out loud. I am thankful for (in no particular order): Healthy children who have grown up to be
I have not been in my office since August 29th. I took almost an entire month of vacation time (I had to do a hearing, attend a training, and go to 2 meetings during September), and tomorrow I go back to work. The prospect does not thrill me. My theory about vacations from work is
I was thinking about how much I love making MGS-1 laugh. I am willing to make quite a fool of myself just to get him to produce that magical sound. So that is currently #1 on my list of favorite sounds. But when his father, MOS-32, was a teenager, I HATED the sound of his laugh, because
One year ago, I was sitting in the family waiting room at Yale-New Haven Hospital waiting for my grandson to be born. His due date was August 13, and right on schedule, my very organized and efficient DIL went into labor. I brought my knitting and settled in to wait. Family members came and went.