So we will take our young son Monday to have surgery. He was born with hypospadia, meaning his urethra is in the wrong spot (just slightly off center, not like in his ear ( Read more... )

My darling son has reached a huge milestone: his first birthday. On March 5th, 2006, Jack officially became a toddler. Scary. In recognition of this milestone, I’ve been trying to teach him to answer the question “how old are you?” by holding up one finger, but his progress has been severely impeded by his unfortunate inability to speak or ( Read more... )

I swore that this time it would be different- I would embrace being pregnant, eat holistically, take artsy photographs of my expanding waistline, arise early at sunup and do prenatal yoga, journal my experiences so that later I could look back on the joys of gestation. Well, it’s four months into it, so let’s take a moment and asses just how close ( Read more... )

It’s February, and my bottle of wine is left over from Thanksgiving. My first Thanksgiving, where I had a spontaneous vomituous burst of email in late July, which left me with a list of cc’d guests planning on celebrating thanksgiving at our home, and a knot in my stomach that spent so many months there I started to think it was permanent. The ( Read more... )

I’m not sure if I’ve shared this before here (chances are if you’ve seen me drunk, you’ve heard it one way or another), but there is a picture of me urinating floating around this grand old County of Onondaga ( Read more... )

What a weekend. I have never been so glad to return to Syracuse, and looked ( Read more... )

Well, it happened. My son fell on his head, resulting in an evening spent at the emergency room and two extremely guilt-ridden parents. We left Jack in the middle of our (king sized) bed for about 30 seconds to go pick out a tie for Nick’s first day of school. Jack took advantage of the opportunity to roll unattended at hyper-speed, but being ( Read more... )

Two advertisements I happen to take issue with ( Read more... )

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I am a bizarre study in contrasts. Last weekend, after feeling a prolonged and growing sense of unease and restlessness, I decided a good drunkenness was in order and spent Friday drinking “backyard beers” with the husband, except beers were actually glasses of wine for me and Jack and cokes for him. When we finally retired to bed at midnight, ( Read more... )