Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Cautiously optimistic
So we're on spring break. So far we don't have any big plans, but I will say that the first two days have not been completely dominated by the children's misbehavior and hijinx. We were desperately ready for Cary to come home by dinner today, but there were moments yesterday where Henry and Lucy played together with an uneasy peace. Henry organized an impromptu limbo contest, during which Lucy fell to her knees in the mud. But nobody called me! I continued to prepare the flower beds for new growth -- without interruption.
And I've got another Donnybrook review -- Winter Gloves about a girl.
I'm also completely obsessed with Emily Wells. Check it. And Lucy thinks you should check out Fantasies, the new Metric album featuring "her Emily." It's available as a digital download right now.
There are so many Emilys now, I'm not sure what to do!
And I've got another Donnybrook review -- Winter Gloves about a girl.
I'm also completely obsessed with Emily Wells. Check it. And Lucy thinks you should check out Fantasies, the new Metric album featuring "her Emily." It's available as a digital download right now.
There are so many Emilys now, I'm not sure what to do!
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
I can't see the future but I know it's got big plans for me.
Got to interview another musician yesterday -- very exciting! But it looks like the write up will have to wait.
I'm listening to the sounds of Lucy and a friend throwing a succession of birthday parties for Lucy's stuffed animals. There is much negotiation of what age each animal will turn ("9" "No, how about 10.") and exclamations that the pretend gifts are "just what I always wanted." Plus the stuffed animals keep needing to go potty.
Now they are off to play the honeybee hop.
I have a million things that I should be doing, but I can't really reconcile the check book while keeping half an eye on the children.
My latest Donnybrook review: The 1990s
I'm listening to the sounds of Lucy and a friend throwing a succession of birthday parties for Lucy's stuffed animals. There is much negotiation of what age each animal will turn ("9" "No, how about 10.") and exclamations that the pretend gifts are "just what I always wanted." Plus the stuffed animals keep needing to go potty.
Now they are off to play the honeybee hop.
I have a million things that I should be doing, but I can't really reconcile the check book while keeping half an eye on the children.
My latest Donnybrook review: The 1990s
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