My husband and I began a recent night out with a run on a woodsy trail frequented by horseback riders, mountain bikers, other runners – and, apparently, Jeff’s boss.
I wouldn’t have minded unexpectedly bumping into my husband’s head of school, if Jeff hadn’t been wearing his knee-high, black, calf sleeves, overlaid with his favorite “Darn Tough Cool Max Micro Crew Cushion” socks. In addition, Jeff was rocking bright red shorts and a matching red visor, from the top of which…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on September 30, 2012 at 7:33pm — No Comments
My kids got misty-eyed when I told them that – since we were not Jewish – we would spend part of the Yom Kippur holiday from school getting flu shots.
Thus ensued several conversations with my 5-year-old daughter about inoculations, her idea of cruel and unusual punishment.
“Will it be just one shot?” she kept asking. She and her twin brother even came up with a survival plan: he would go first, she would go second, and their 2-year-old sister would go…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on September 27, 2012 at 8:05pm — No Comments
Cleaning up our 7-year-old Havanese’s barf at 7:45 a.m. yesterday made me think it might be time for a “Buddy” entry. His rolling in some kind of foul matter and bolting through the house at about 5:15 p.m. confirmed it.
Buddy has been rank before, but this was epic. Even my kids, no strangers to stench, scattered in revulsion.
“Mommy, Buddy stinks!” my 5-year-old daughter cried.
“Go! Go, give him a bath!” her twin brother yelled.
“Now!” Jane, 2,…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on September 25, 2012 at 6:16pm — No Comments
“Your first ‘New York Times’ is here!” my husband sang out on his way to work Friday morning.
This was a celebratory event simply because we had not had a newspaper in the house in nearly five years.
When our twins came home from the hospital, the papers kept winding up, unread, in the recycling bin. Then the recession hit, and we dropped all “unnecessary” expenses, such as being in touch with the world – or rather, paying not to be in touch with the world,…Continue
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Arriving a few minutes early for his first soccer practice of the season, my 5-year-old son and I sat watching the end of another team’s scrimmage. I was struck that a mom was coaching in this testosterone-driven boys’ league. And I was impressed by how she combined a playful style of encouragement with a brush-off-your-boo-boos sort of approach.
But her assistant coach lectured her at the end of practice about how the boys needed to learn the “ABCs” of soccer and about how…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on September 18, 2012 at 7:53pm — No Comments
Saturday night confirmed, yet again, that dining out with kids is usually better as a concept than a reality.
Before we left the house, I asked my husband to oversee the gathering of shoes and sweatshirts. I think he forgot the checklist, because, after a clumsy parallel parking of the minivan in Manayunk, we discovered that our 2-year-old was wearing one Croc, not two.
Covering her naked foot, we slipped her into a high chair and our twin 5-year-olds into a…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on September 16, 2012 at 8:48am — No Comments
We have become a family of bucket fillers, or dippers, depending on the moment.
I discovered this fact a few days ago, when my 2-year-old ripped a Barbie out of her 5-year-old sister’s hand. “Nooooo, Jane!” cried Georgia. “You’re dipping into my bucket.”
That was one I hadn’t heard before.
The next day, Georgia brought home a sheet with a picture of a bucket she’d colored in and explained how her class was discussing how kind acts fill one’s…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on September 14, 2012 at 8:09am — No Comments
Yesterday, I overheard a mom telling her whining son that “the park is supposed to be a happy place.”
Frankly, I’ve not always found that to be true.
Take, for example, a family trip we made a few weekends ago to the new, upscale Freedom Playground. Just the name in all its optimism and glory bodes trouble.
This particular Sunday, while a bit muggy, was actually still chilly around 9 a.m. But, to our good fortune, the sprinklers some genius…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on September 12, 2012 at 10:06pm — No Comments
Now that my twins have started kindergarten, I’m getting more one-on-one time with my toddler. This newfound intimacy is coinciding with the burst of language development that happens for most children between the ages of 2 and 3.
As previously noted, conversing with my 2-year-old can be frequently tedious. But with my 5-year-olds out of the house more often, I’m finally listening to what Jane actually has to say. I must admit that I’m discovering our discourse to be, at…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on September 11, 2012 at 9:27am — No Comments
Yesterday, my 2-year-old told me that she wanted to sing “Pumped Up Kicks” at Overbrook – Overbrook being the preschool she will soon attend four hours a week.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “but I don’t think they do ‘Pumped up Kicks’ in preschool.”
“Awwwww,” said Jane.
“Why not?” her 5-year-old brother asked.
The last time my husband synched up his iPhone, it said he’d played “Pumped up Kicks” 427 times. Jane darts around our house singing, “Better run,…Continue
Every so often – maybe once in a blue moon – I do something for my husband.
If you check the calendar, you’ll find that it actually was a blue moon on Aug. 31, when I accompanied Jeff to the Temple-Villanova football game at Lincoln Financial Field. It must have been. Otherwise, I never would have been there.
I hate football. Even during college at the University of Washington, I barely saw the Huskies play. I usually visited the library during games. Odegaard…Continue
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I knew this was going to happen. I knew that, sooner or later, I would have to write about my “Real Housewives” addiction.
What makes this post timely is that I just found out that my best friend has been withholding vital information. She actually knows Aviva Drescher, one of the new ladies on “The Real Housewives of New York City.” Apparently, they went to Vassar together.
Granted, my friend is busy raising her beautiful children and following world events…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on September 3, 2012 at 9:05am — No Comments
I so enjoyed composing “It’s a Thin Line,” last week’s list of things I love and hate, that I’ve decided to do it again. As I previously noted, the broad brushstrokes are a given. It goes without saying that I love my children and hate child molesters, that I love my husband and hate what Clint Eastwood has become. Instead, what I’m trying to illustrate are the more nuanced grievances and joys that we experience…Continue
Added by Courtenay Harris Bond on September 1, 2012 at 12:55pm — No Comments