confessions of a reformed tourist
The other week I was looking for my debit card. It wasn’t where I left it. I *know* I didn’t take it anywhere, and it’s not like me to put things away in a place other than the place I always put them. (Note to young people: This is a good strategy for remembering things. [...]
It started about two years ago when Bean first figured out that neither his grandmother nor I have a penis. He was AMAZED. For a while afterward, he’d randomly point at one of us and say, “No penis?” He’d ask me. Then his grandmother. And his babysitter if she happened to be there. Once we [...]
This one time Bean and I were hanging out at the boatyard and he took off all his clothes (as nakedly) so I sprayed him down with a hose because it was hot and he was covered in salt from the ocean but then he got hold of the hose and turned it me. And [...]
“You may call me Bean or Honey. And I will call you María.” He spoke those words to me yesterday, in response to my saying, “Joaquín! Don’t climb on the kitchen table, please!” A few hours later he told me that he and his grandmother went for a walk to the pond. I asked, “Oh, [...]
I swear, every time I think he’s gotten as gorgeous as one human being can possibly get, he goes and kicks the bar higher. And yeah, I’m his mother so clearly I’m biased, but I also know empirical beauty when I see it. Bean and I had a fantastic time taking these. My dad got [...]
Before you ask? I crack myself up. (via my Flickr)
Love is letting your snotty-faced toddler “borrow” your precious cocoa butter stick. His nose is sore, he says. Bean, do you know what rhinovirus is? WHAT? Never mind, honey. And you can keep that cocoa butter stick. It’s yours now. Mommy doesn’t want it back. And now I’m sick. It was inevitable. Snotty-faced toddlers are [...]
I posted this on Twitter the other day. Obviously, it’s supposed to be funny. Well. I hope that’s obvious. For a while now I’ve wanted to post something here about what Twitter and Tumblr mean to me. But it’s kind of difficult for me to explain that to people who don’t use the services themselves. [...]
I’m standing at the kitchen counter assembling a pizza. (Remember my pizza? My pizza rocks.) I’m totally engrossed in rolling out the dough when, out of the corner of my eye, I see something flying towards me. Whatever it is hits my toe – my littlest toe – and I’m all jumping around like Ow, [...]
