Husband and I both used to work in theatre. Yes, that’s theat-re as in the artform, though Husband currently works in the theat-er with an “er” to mean the building. When you tell people you work in the theatre field, several things happen. Here are really common responses to that vocation revelation: “How fun! I… Read More Theater Widow Weekend
Hi. I haven’t written in a while. Maybe i should blame my 1.25 jobs or my two classes or my 2.8 year old. But really, I haven’t had time. So thank you for picking back up with me. Oh, the tantrum. It all began innocently enough. The best stories do. Boychild and I had a… Read More A Tantrum for the Ages
Boychild just gave me a round of belly farts for the first time ever. This was after a major tickle sesh with dad. I think we’ve done a great job raising him so far. Earlier today, I felt a surge of love when BC was covered in yogurt with one foot in a box and… Read More I have to say it was a good day
If there were an event on American Ninja Warrior called “Toddler Airport Wrasslin’” fewer people would be contestants. Toddler Airport Wrasslin’ will make a grown man cry, a strong woman weak and rich man beg. For those of you with wee babies, take your vacations now. Do not delay. Strap that baby on your chest… Read More Extreme Airportage
I am packing for a trip with Boychild and Husband and I have questions about some articles of clothing that my child has or has once come into contact with. Here are a few of my gentle musings: Why do baby clothes have pockets? I heard a comedian say this once and brushed it off,… Read More On Children’s Clothing
I’ve never had a better acting class than parenting a small child. Be in the moment? Yeah, you’d better be. Your fellow actor is big ole divo hell-bent on harming himself and his co-stars (me, dada, the cats). He’s also drunk and doesn’t know his lines. But the show must go on! If you are… Read More The Repetition Exercise
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