Category: Family

  • And it only got better from there, folks…

    If you read my post from Friday you’ll know that our weekend trip to Quebec didn’t get off to the best start. We resigned ourselves to trading the unseasonably warm, sunny Boston weather in favor of the cold damp April days Quebec offered because we were excited to see my husband’s cousins. It’s an annual…

  • How to Ensure You Won’t Be Invited Back

    We are quite possibly the worst house guests EVER. We’re up in Quebec visiting family and the unthinkable has happened.  Yes, our four  year old has pooped himself. In bed. Someone else’s bed.  Someone else’s bad with white sheets and a fluffy white duvet with NO COVER on it. At 6:00 in the morning.  Poop…

  • The Year I Almost Ran Boston

    I should be feeling sore -painfully sore -and drained today.  And I do- but it’s all mental instead of physical.  Because yesterday I was SUPPOSED to run the Boston Marathon.  I’ve been training for months, and anticipating the day for much longer than that.    As an avid recreational runner who loves running races (though I’ve never…

  • Cookie Daze

    I recently read this NY Times article . It warns that eating raw cookie dough is super crazy dangerous and advises you to avoid the temptation to lick fingers, bowl or spatula AT ALL POSSIBLE COSTS. It is a sickness that threatens to wipe out an entire population of bakers- both professional and amateur- AND their offspring too.  80 people…

  • Cafe Life In Paris

  • Anticipating

  • Contemplating

  • You know I’m just a kid, right?

    The other day I asked my son to clean up his toys so that we could get to school on time.  He said “but I can’t do that by myself!” And I replied- “of course you can, give it a try!”  His reply?  “Mom, you know I’m just a kid, right?”   Ha- as if I…

  • The driving force

    Every time we went to my grandmother’s house the rooms were rearranged.   We might go on a Saturday in June and the living room would be to the right as you walked in the front door, and the dining room to the left.  Then we’d go back for dinner on Sunday in early July and…