The last day of summer and we hung out in the tree in the park. Continue reading Spiderman. In the Tree. In the Park.
“SURGERY,” I had written in bold red letters on the calendar square for January 30, 2008. I scheduled my thyroid surgery for early in the year thinking I would supply the remaining 11 months with healing ammunition. Eight is my favorite number and this was going to be MY YEAR. At that point, I couldn’t see the flaws in my logic anymore than I could … Continue reading Speaking My Unspoken Thank Yous
I’ve been a self-proclaimed sleep Nazi from the time my son was a month old. I am very attached to our traditional bedtime routine – a bath, a book, and THE goodnight song. http://www.gmodules.com/ig/ifr?url=http://mike.s.duffy.googlepages.com/mp3player.xml&up_songURL=http%3A%2F%2Fboxstr.com%2Ffiles%2F3567832_pavzc%2FBeautiful%2520Boy.mp3&synd=open&w=300&h=57&title=MP3+Player&border=%23ffffff%7C3px%2C1px+solid+%23999999&output=js I never thought he’d want to change the song that has been his lullaby for the last six years. But alas, after six years, my son asked for a new song. … Continue reading Oh how quickly the days go by …
My son Jake was watching me upload 150 pictures from our trip to the park earlier today when he had what I call a true A-ha moment. A certain look registered on his face and with a certainty in his voice he proclaims “I think you should be a photographist!” I remember this usage before – the “ist” suffix in an effort to create a … Continue reading Career Predictions
Guess where my son wanted to go again this weekend? That’s right … Penny Park. For those that have skipped my first two posts on the great park – see them here and here. When we got there, someone was having a party. How cute are these egg penguins? The body is a hard-boiled egg on a carrot stick. The head is a grape, the … Continue reading Black and white all over
When I first got my Mac, I was exploring all of the applications. I thought it was a good sign when I realized that the icon for the calendar application was the date: JUL 17. And here’s why this date has permanently imprinted itself on my heart… When I was five years old I really wanted a baby sister. I had been an only child, … Continue reading Happy anniversary
Walking in Tribeca after a fun-filled day, my son tells me that he has a “secret life in his brain.” It doesn’t take much to bait me and I bit. “What kind of secret life?” I asked. “Inside my brain,” he goes on to explain. He told me that 3 separate parts comprise this secret life. And within each of these 3 parts, are 3 … Continue reading Jake’s secret life
I’m an uptown girl, but not necessarily by Billy Joel’s standards. I live on 97th street and aside from the biannual Staten Island Ferry ride to visit the grandparents; I rarely schlep my 6-year-old son much lower than Union Square. Yesterday the weather was ripe for an afternoon on Manhattan’s Southern coast. We ventured down and were greeted by gorgeous waterfront views, larger than life … Continue reading Downtown NYC is blogerific!
My son loves to find the hearts — in everything. He started with mine. Continue reading pirate’s booty heart
Last night as I was cutting Jake’s nails after his shower he told me that I had the same exact nail clipper as his dad (they all look the same to me, but hey…). He wanted to know where I got what must be the “it” nail clipper to have. I told him, some drug store – why did it matter. Really concerned, he said, … Continue reading tongue twisters & nail clippers
I put off writing the ABOUT ME section of my blog for a long time. Partly because the Me changes so often. Partly because I don’t know how to stop once I start writing (especially about Moi). I tried to write a bio-type blurb and 5 pages of narcissistic crap came out. So I started a memoir. In the meantime I feel like I owe … Continue reading About Me … Once Upon a Time