Tag Archives: Nola

The Centipede: Not Just A Fun Dance

You can’t have a good day everyday. If you did then you wouldn’t notice that they were good because you’d have nothing to compare them to. Bad days exist for the sole purpose of giving you context for the good ones. I’ve had gotten a lot of context in the last several days. Context that

This One’s For Renee

So the other day I made mention of Jay commenting sarcastically that it was hard for him to be at home while he was studying because he had to watch me put the girls to bed, do dishes and fold laundry (he forgot to mention what gets accomplished in the 3 post-work, pre-bedtime hours). My

Dear Nola

Dear Nola, You were born on a beautiful Sunday 7 years ago today. It was 4 weeks earlier than I expected you to show up. And really you’ve done things on your own time since then. We spent the day before you were born at the county fair, where I somehow convinced your Dad to

I Draw The Line

After spending the bulk of Nola’s last doctor appointment minimizing the impact of all the blubbering over Bob’s curly hair, I DRAW THE LINE! You officially cannot oo and ahh over Bob’s hair anymore. At least not openly and loudly in public and in front of Nola. And especially not when the purpose for our