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Their Bad Mother

And two small people tried to follow him on their little plastic sled, but, you know, it’s just not the same without reindeer, so he got away. Ah, well. There’s always next year.

This is the season for the gift list, for the shopping guide, for the letter to Santa. It’s the season to drop hints about what we want, and to take hints – or, if you’re Emilia, direct and specific requests like I WANT AN ARIEL BATH TOY THE ONE WITH THE HAIR THAT CHANGES COLOR…

Emilia doesn’t really care all that much about princesses. When I told her that we were going to go see Disney Princesses on Ice,* she asked, “will they be playing hockey?“ — “No, but they’ll be skating.” “Will it be fast skating?” — “Pretty fast.” “Okay then.” We brought along a Snow White costume that…

I think that I’ve committed myself to running a half-marathon. Actually, I know that I’ve committed myself, because I announced it on Twitter, and we all that what happens on Twitter stays on Twitter as permanent evidence of whatever it was you decided to declare, and then sometimes travels to other social networks and is…

Because, put her in a soccer uniform and hand her a soccer ball and say “say cheese” and she just cocks her hip and smirks and looks for all the world as if she was born with shin guards and an attitude. And because as it goes, at least half of that latter statement is…

My daughter’s junior kindergarten class had a homework assignment last week: decorate a construction paper cut-out Christmas tree. Not just color it or paint it or throw glitter at it: decorate it. With stuff found around their homes. Emilia takes directions like these very seriously. “I can’t just put stickers on it, Mommy. I have…

The most viscerally terrifying experience that I had this year: reading ‘Lost Boy’ for BlogHer’s Community Keynote. It was awesome and wonderful and all those things that one expects from feeling one’s fear and doing it anyway, but I was as terrified as I have ever been in my life. Mine is near the end,…

Girl: “I am bigger than Jasper, so I could just take his pudding.” Me: “You will not take his pudding. I am bigger than you, so I will enforce that.” Girl: “I was just joking about taking Jasper’s pudding.” Me: “I’m not sure that you were.” Girl: “Knock-knock!” Me: “Who’s there?” Girl: “Jasper’s pudding!” Me:…

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