A pool party, a slumber party and kid Jenga with her closest friends… and her “nemesister.”
Tweenship
The 10-year-old’s birthday falls at the lag-end of the Winter Break. Much as we celebrate her, it’s a dreadful time for a friends’ party: everyone’s over-traveled, overspent and generally nursing a revelry hangover. So this year, we threw her a half-year gathering instead. She wanted seven girls for a slumber party. And doughnuts. And indoor…
Boo!
Fall Carnival, suitably spooktastic.
Sweet, funny Valentines.
The lesser kid holidays are always the best: painting our Halloween faces, dyeing Easter eggs, toasting with Jameson minis for St. Pat’s. And on V-Day, it’s always something fun to wear, a toy, and something the Sugar Nazi in me is certain, certain will be the gateway treat to dental retardation. (This year, a candy…
Alienating the people we most love, the Holiday Edition
Christmess passed!! And one tradition Michael and I have had every year since Eliot was born is to assemble a book of photos to give as an annual gift to a handful of relatives: the VAUNTED GRANDPARENTS. Between death and divorce and remarriage and the way our family structure works, the number of grand- and…
And a very merry
It’s merely the afternoon of Christmas Eve, and we are, incomprehensibly, done: presents are wrapped, cornbread is baked in preparation for tomorrow’s oyster dressing, gifts have been shipped and (nick-of-time) received, charity undertaken. I can’t believe there’s time for the luxury to write, to cut out more cookies with small floured hands, to lay with…
Holy wooden anniversary
As of last Saturday, Michael and I turned the humongous clock hands to FIVE YEARS OF TOGETHERNESS. Apparently, the traditional gift for a five-year anniversary is “wood”; I was gonna give him a wooden ship in a bottle to symbolize our relationship’s stultifying entrapment and corking of his freedom, but then I figured he’d just…
Jingle Hell
Later this week, Michael and I will have our five-year anniversary, and a week after that, Eliot will turn four. (Yeah, go ahead and do the fucking math, Smugley. We were in love, that socially acceptable form of insanity.) So what that means is that after several years of catastrophic missteps, this year we have…
And the war of our kids’ birthdays begins, but he started it
So last weekend we threw a big party for Nola, who somehow has survived our haphazard and general head-up-ass parenting long enough to throw out a “V” sign and say “DOO!” The house was packed, Daron did a full-on, grown-up catering, and homegirl was looking pretty sweet awaiting her princess cake: So immediately after the…
This is your kid on cake
Or what happens when you withhold processed sugar from a toddler for most of the year, then give her a bucketload of Tinkerbell birthday cake and sit back and watch a minute and 24 seconds of HOLY FREAKING SUGAR HIGH!! NolaBday from Tracy Glisson on Vimeo. Happy 2nd, Nola Faye…