When I came out of the grocery store last weekend, I trundled my laden shopping cart straight toward our silver minivan, only to discover that it was not our silver minivan. It was a Honda Odyssey, and a rather filthy one at that. Our vehicle was a slightly less soiled Toyota Sienna—and it was nowhere in sight.
I was a little embarrassed at my error. After all, I had chugged up to someone else’s minivan with utter assurance that it belonged to me. I had even taken out my keys…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on January 31, 2013 at 8:18pm — No Comments
This afternoon, my husband and I saw “Argo,” which we thoroughly enjoyed, despite what Jeff characterized as Ben Affleck’s tediously predictable “languid walk and 1,000-mile stare.” I personally think Matt Damon’s best friend is a better director than actor. For instance, I loved Affleck’s 2007 crime thriller and directorial debut, “Gone Baby Gone.” And in “Argo,” Affleck offers an engrossing portrayal of the fantastical rescue of six diplomats during the 1979 Iran hostage crisis, even if…Continue
For the past couple of days, I’ve found myself considering the ancient dilemma of whether I’d rather die by fire or ice. Clutched by a cold snap that has much of the Midwest and Northeast in its vise-grip—including the Philadelphia region where I live—I’ve found myself lately landing solidly, with a frozen thud, on the side of burning up in flames.
The high today was 20, due to dip to 13 overnight. At least for me, this qualifies as unbearable. And the forecast is far from…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on January 23, 2013 at 8:13pm — No Comments
Winter is setting in, cold and deep. So I thought another installment of my “It’s a Thin Line” series, about things I love and hate, might provide some levity.
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on January 20, 2013 at 8:16pm — No Comments
Our 6-year-old twins began squabbling at 6:52 a.m. yesterday over whether they were going to play a five-in-a-line pattern or a fill-your-card game of Bingo. Griffin demanded that his sister shove him the crayon box, which she did, toppling over a full glass of milk. Last night, Georgia hollered, “I have to pee,” as she rushed to the bathroom.
“No, I have to go pee, pee,” her 2-year-old sister cried.
“You can use your little potty,” I said, which Jane did, and I…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on January 17, 2013 at 9:01pm — No Comments
“Why are you crying, mommy?” my 2-year-old called from her car seat as I blubbered on the phone about nothing specific to my husband.
“Sometimes mommies just feel sad,” I said, swabbing my snotty nose with my parka sleeve and pulling myself back together.
“Why?” Jane asked, cracking a smile.
I smiled back, but I couldn’t rightly answer. We were parked outside Trader Joe’s at 9:15…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on January 14, 2013 at 8:59pm — No Comments
Our 6-year-old daughter was in tears late yesterday afternoon, having suffered, as usual, various injustices throughout the day, mostly at the hands of her twin brother and her 2-year-old sister. “Why does Jane get another jelly bean just for going potty?” Georgia had bemoaned, despite the fact that I had reminded her that when she and her brother were liberating themselves from diapers, they, too, had received many treats as encouragement. “Yeah, but they were M&Ms, not jelly beans!”…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on January 10, 2013 at 9:19pm — No Comments
Yesterday, I acquired a really hot hat.
Not only will it keep me toasty all winter, but it also adds a certain je ne sais quoi to my bundled-up self. I’m hoping my husband appreciates the touch. But I would understand if he didn’t. After all, Jeff kind of got robbed, twice, in the process of my buying it.
First of all, I found my sexy lid during what I intentionally failed to divulge to my husband was a drop-off birthday party. I put on my best martyr act and…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on January 6, 2013 at 8:10pm — No Comments
This is probably terrible to say, but I was actually looking forward to my husband’s endoscopy today. In fact, he was, too.
“It’s sort of like our vacation,” Jeff said as we discussed the upcoming procedure. “I hope they knock me out.”
“I hope it takes at least several hours,” I added.
Clearly, we were desperate for escape. Between our 2-year-old’s potty…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on January 2, 2013 at 8:31pm — No Comments