Five-year-old: “Mama, stop fast-forwarding!” Seven-year-old: “When I grow up, I’m gonna WATCH COMMERCIALS!!”
Whoever said getting there was half the fun had a transporter
Last week Mike and I finally got OFF our collective asses and decided to spend a little time ON ’em: a week on the beach, just us and the girls renting a cottage on the rugged, majestic Oregon Coast. It was the perfect getaway: for weeks, I’d envisioned our sun-washed days of building sandcastles and…
In which Nintendo calls us old AND fat
The day it came on the market in 2006, and through cravenly nepotistic means, Michael had a Wii. In the two years since, we’ve both enjoyed the novelty, silliness and challenge of the games, and if I had to describe the entire Wii system in one word, that word would be “adorable.” But you, Wii…
Mommy’s little neologist
I absolutely love the English language: etymology, slang, puns, homonyms — all the quirks and cultural nuance that make ESL students think our Anglo-Saxon forebears were inbred jesters slopped up on mead. So I’m especially enjoying English now as Eliot tries to wrap her chubby fists (and uncooperative tongue) around it. At 28 months, the…