When your baby turns 14, it’s time to: Get rid of the pre-school books you’ve saved all these years Ditto the smocked rompers and duckling-appliqued Easter outfits Box up the Legos Send off the outgrown hoodies and ski jackets which fit before Christmas, but don’t anymore. All this was done over the last few weeks, [...]
Got back from a great day at the beach yesterday to find an interesting box in the mail. Here you see Malcolm, fascinated by the contents. The contents: iPhone, 4G (x2) = love. The kids are amazed and jealous that Mom and Dad finally have the latest technology. Everything’s up to date, until the next version [...]
Meet Steve. Steve was born last week at camp. In arts and crafts. Chase is his crafty father. I don’t think Steve has a mother. Poor Steve. I believe that Steve was conceived with but one purpose in life. To torture his Uncle Noah. The Scene – Every day for the last seven days: Chase: [...]
My boys are privileged. As I write this, it almost feels shameful that they are. But truth be told, they have an awful lot of stuff and want for nothing. Dave and I work really hard for that stuff. No silver spoons or trust funds. It’s earned. But my kids have absolutely zero concept of [...]
It was quite the weekend at the Mendell’s with several baseball playoff games, my Mom’s retirement picnic (30 years of teaching nursery school), a pilgrimage to ToysRUseless, and Noah asking me what the word c%$# means – some of which will be featured in this week’s posts. So when Jennifer asked if I would take [...]
It started about three weeks ago in a casual way. Noah sweetly tells me that he wants to share something with me on the Internet. Can anything possibly good come of this? He sits me down and takes me to a page of water guns. Not just any water guns, but the kind for which [...]
