Ruby had already buckled herself into her car seat when she realized she’d forgotten the drawings for her teacher. I ignored the urge to say, too bad, kid. We’re late. Chalk it up to a lesson learned about having your shit together. (God, how I love my fantasy life.) Instead I channeled June Cleaver, set [...]
The Gaydi Project: Oh! Here it is! It was in front of my face the whole time! Duh. Sam: Why didn’t she just look there first?
I woke Ruby this morning, got her dressed and then told her that I needed to rinse her hair in the sink so that I could poof it out a bit. Revitalize it. She started to cry a really slow, dramatic cry and continued until we had her head turned upside down under the faucet. [...]
This picture was taken by my friend Jamie using her Nikon D300 while she was here on vacation with her family. All I can say is it would have been way cuter if she’d used a canon 40D. But whatever. You have to work with what you got, right? This will have to suffice. We’re [...]
“Old MacDonald had a Mommy, eeee-ay, eeee-ay, oh. With a talktalk here and a talktalk there. Here a talk, there a talk, everywhere a talktalk. Old MacDonald had a Mommy, eeee-ay, eeee-ay, taaaaaaaallllllk!”
And this morning we had a very frank conversation… Ruby: Mama, you need to brush your teeth. Me: I already did that, honey. It was the first thing I did when I got up, before I got dressed. Ruby: You need to brush your teeth again because your teeth are really dirty. Me: My teeth [...]
It’s a very happy birthday!
While we were getting ready to take a bath this morning: “Mama?” “Yes, honey.” “I love you.” “Well, I love you more.” “And I like your vagina hair. It doesn’t touch my butt anymore. ” “…”
The first postcard arrived within days of my suggesting that The Gaydi Project document her road trip. I bought a map of the United States to hang on my daughter’s bedroom wall and planned to line my mother’s route with the postcards as they arrived. I thought it would be fun for my kid to [...]
Le pere et la mere et la fille. C’est une artiste. It just sounds so much better in french…as if it isn’t magnificent enough already.