…before our washing machine cries MERCY and dies a soaking wet death on my laundry room floor. Husband as my witness here’s one single week’s collection of items fished out after the wash cycle has finished. Lord knows, I apparently don’t have it in me to check pockets before I put in the clothes. Ever. *sigh*
Posts Tagged ‘Big Brother’
It’s Only a Matter of Time…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ADD, Big Brother, chores, time on June 16, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Really, Pottery Barn?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, Big Brother, commercialism on June 4, 2010 | 3 Comments »
I’m attending a baby shower in a few weeks and my cute, preggy friend registered for some items at Pottery Barn. So, I went online today and ordered her something adorable and, as usual, my purchase led Pottery Barn to recommend yet another item to me. “People who bought your product, often buy this product…” [...]
Hey, Guys…Would You Please Feed the Dog?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bernie, Big Brother, chores, dog, food, Little Brother, siblings on May 22, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Awesome. Thanks.
A Big Day for Big Brother
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Big Brother, Marblehead, money, rites of passage on May 17, 2010 | 9 Comments »
I know this might make us sound like kind of bad parents but we’ve learned that Big Brother is highly motivated by money. He loves it. Offer him a penny and he’ll fetch you a cold beverage. Offer him a nickel and he’ll sing a song…loudly, in public. Offer him a quarter and, as witnessed [...]
Happy Mother’s Day, You Fraud.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, Big Brother, humor, pre-school on May 6, 2010 | 4 Comments »
Big Brother presented me with his Mother’s Day gift this morning. They made them in pre-school so, since he doesn’t go on Fridays, today was the big reveal. Lookie. Cute, huh? There’s a marigold seed planted in the pot and Big Brother’s face in the center of the flower, where you see a white circle [...]
A Great Trip…well, except for my new club foot.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged athleticism, Big Brother, Little Brother, Orvis, photos, Vermont on April 25, 2010 | 6 Comments »
We’re all happily home from a wonderful stretch of days visiting my parents in Vermont. Beautiful weather, (mostly) happy kids, many fabulous outdoor activities, drinks with great friends and delicious meals with family. Plus, my parents scored some cheap child labor in tending their fields. Kidding. But, seriously, how cute are they in those [...]
Back In The Dark Ages of My Youth
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged age, Big Brother, Little Brother, Yankee Candle on April 20, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Back in the Dark Ages of my youth, I would eagerly anticipate the arrival of the Sears Roebuck catalogue. Catalogues, in general, weren’t nearly as pervasive as they are today and Sears was the Grand-Daddy of them all. That baby was huge. And, with its giant toy and youth chapters, I spent countless hours lying [...]
Phil Collins, Woody & Me
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Big Brother, Footloose, swinging on April 12, 2010 | 8 Comments »
A month or so ago, I posted a blog about how I can’t stand the swings at the playground. Because my kids just want to plop down on those suckers and be pushed, which completely defeats what I believe to be the whole purpose of a trip to the park. Namely, exercise for the [...]
Bust that Dust, Baby
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Big Brother, cleaning, Dust Buster, friendships, Little Brother on March 29, 2010 | 4 Comments »
I wish I could remember which one of my fabulously smart Mommy friends recently heard me complain about the copious amounts of dog hair wafting around in my house and my resulting compulsion to vacuum every twenty-five seconds. Whoever she was I do know that she, with a knowing smile, suggested I purchase a Dust Buster [...]
Mr. Short Term Memory
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Big Brother, Little Brother, SNL on March 25, 2010 | 1 Comment »
As I’ve mentioned before (ad nauseum?), I’m an only child. Sibling dynamics (the rivalries, the camaraderie, the loyalty, the cruelty) are completely lost on me. I am a reluctant work-in-progress as mother referee to the whole big brother versus little brother battles. And the battles are endless. More than anything, I’m floored by how desperately [...]

