Mother, Iconoclast

This is how sad my life is. . . I was unloading the dishwasher for the second time yesterday, and I started putting away Rollie’s sippy cups in their designated drawer. Most of his cups are made by Gerber. They have interchangeable lids, meaning you can put the lid from any Gerber cup on any other Gerber cup and it… Read more →

Weekend in Auburn

Todd, my rapidly vanishing husband (left) and I took the kids to Auburn for the weekend. His parents live outside of Auburn in the metropolis known as Dadeville. We got in late friday night, and then Saturday afternoon, we left the kids with Grandma, Papaw, and MeeMaw (their great-grandmother), and headed into Auburn for A NIGHT TO OURSELVES! First, we… Read more →

My New Favorite Word

uxorious \uk-SOR-ee-us; ug-ZOR-\, adjective:Excessively fond of or submissive to a wife. It is batty to suppose that the most uxorious of husbands will stop his wife’s excessive shopping if an excessive shopper she has always been. — Angela Huth, “All you need is love,” Daily Telegraph, April 24, 1998 Flagler seems to have been an uxorious, domestic man, who liked… Read more →

The Littlest Literalist

Rollie is learning to brush his teeth. This involves his new tooth brush, and his starter toothpaste, which is more of a clear gel, than a paste. His particular toothpaste is “Little Bear” style. For those of you not in the know, Little Bear is a PBS cartoon character. So now, Rollie refers to toothpaste as “bear.” Funny how kids… Read more →