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After a chat in the car with the boys about Weird Al Yankovic, who looks like a teenager thanks to some hefty plastic surgery and…
On Sunday M took Efram to Queens to pick up some chairs I found on Ebay. (You’ll see a picture of those once I’ve cleaned…
Three is a tough age in our house. We have learned to welcome four with extra gusto, because at some point after the fourth birthday,…
It’s the last day of school and my first summer resolution is born: To teach them ALL to clear the table and load the dishwasher.…
It was inevitable. Although I made it through seven years of the Pacific NW with my sense of humor (somewhat) in tact, it seems that…
Hebrews: I am not exaggerating, nor am I suffering from advanced Stockholm Syndrome, when I say that this stuff is awesome:
Passover. Eight days for us to compensate for not being allowed to eat bread by eating remarkable amounts of just about anything else. Each year…
In a constant (and generally unsuccessful) effort to prove our supremacy, M and I pulled another one over on a child this morning. Frances, the…
There were many, many bananas. Now there this only one. When two naturally competitive people get together, you don’t always get greatness. Often, you get…
My eleven year old and his dad had to watch their team lose the Superbowl last night. Even I could tell that it was not…