Category: Delilah
New Haircut; Old Hat
She walked in like she was a Florida retiree who doesn’t own shampoo because she gets her hair done three times a week; beelining straight past the car-shaped seats that the babies use and hopping up in the big-kid chair, ready for her stylist. Not a fan of hair clips, she grew skeptical… But licorice quickly quelled her concerns. There’s… Read more →
What’s In A Click?
Genetics is a funny thing. I knew any child Scott and I produced would have blonde hair, but I never thought about whether or not that hair would be thick or thin or dark or light or curly or straight. Turns out, it’s pretty straight, pretty light, and pretty thin — the exact opposite kind of blond hair that I… Read more →
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
You know what the most surprising thing about parenthood has been for me? The fact that she can make me smile, any time, any where, in spite of myself or anything else, and almost always without warning. Even if she’s not with me. Like right now. I’m thinking about watching her race around the yogurt shop with her friends from… Read more →
Handy Daddy
Potty Training was a sitting duck for Dee. Conquered it no problem. I really had to do surprisingly little. The girl didn’t like stewing in her own juices, and she was ready and willing to tackle the alternative. But getting her to wash her hands? Has been an ongoing process. A battle really. She just DOES NOT want to do… Read more →
Evening In The Chalkboard Box Fort
Oh…was that another project that never made it to the internet? Someday…. Read more →
Big Girls Don’t Cry
I keep wondering: Who let this kid in our house? And what happened to that baby that was here? I read this post about one Mama’s decision to check her teenager daughter into rehab, and then I read this post about another Mama’s decision to have the sex talk with her preteen, and I can’t believe that before I know… Read more →
Christmas Crafts I Failed To Blog
There’s nothing that can make you feel like a procrastinating waste of life more than having a lifestyle blog. Being a “Lifestyle Blogger” basically means you blog about nothing, so there are no rules {let’s be honest, there are no rules to any kind of blogging really} except 1) everything is a potential post and 2) you better not miss… Read more →
And She Was
{lovely gift from Ban.do} Deebird isn’t a baby any more. I’m not even sure if I can still call her a toddler. It’s beyond walking and talking and laughing at bodily functions. It’s beyond preferences and empathy and “one of these things is not like the other“. All of a sudden there’s self-awareness and humility and a relatively complete person… Read more →
The Santa Conundrum: Adventures In Interfaith Parenting
This morning, my friend Laura hosted a “Santa and Me” party at the Americana at Brand…which if you don’t live in Los Angeles, is basically like they took Main Street from Disneyland, populated it with designer shops, and plopped it in the middle of a major metropolitan area. So, y’know…awesome. At Christmastime, it snows there. Which is novel because it… Read more →