eatthefrostingfirst

It never ceases to amaze me. I go food shopping weekly. Well, honestly, I go more than that but the big shop is weekly. Sundays to be exact. I pull into Star Market or Stop and Shop or wherever I choose this week and grab a cart. I start into the produce and then, it happens. I get the faulty cart. The cart that either has a squeaky wheel or worse..the cart that doesn't work and you look like a fool pushing it because it's so heavy and doesn't turn correctly. Yesterday I got that latter. I was too lazy to change it for another because my luck, I would get the squeaky wheel one this time. I had already loaded up with veggies and fruit and just didn't want to load it all up again. Half way through my shop I was cursing my decision. I was pushing it through the aisles, bumping into people who thought I had too much caffeine or something simply because I couldn't steer the thing. I muddle through, choose a line and am waiting to unload the groceries. Naturally what hap...

I cried this morning watching the Today show. To be honest, it doesn't take much to make me cry but for the past 3 days I have been glued to the TV watching people memorialize Tim Russert. This morning, was Luke's turn, his son. Watching this newly college graduate talk about his Dad with such composure was just...well, tearful. He said that there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't know his Dad loved him. Frankly, that's how life should be. I have always been Daddy's little girl. From the moment I can remember. I joke that he would buy me the moon if he could. He is just that kind of Dad. Thoughtful, loyal, dedicated...and loves his family. My Dad isn't a particularly emotional man and isn't one to tell me daily that he loves me but..I know he does. He is there for me. Always. I married someone similar to my Dad. My loving husband is not very communicative in the mushy gushy kind of way. He isn't smothering me with kisses and declerations of l...

Dont forget the Sunscreen by Mary Schmich Ladies and gentlemen of the class of (Fill in the blank) Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but known that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind tha...

Oldest needs his tonsils out. Apparently they went from a size 2+ to a size almost 4 in a matter of 9 months. What's another surgery when your child is not yet 5 and has undergone anaesthesia more than many adults have in their whole lives? Not a huge surgery. Not a real big deal. But I'm still a bit annoyed. Why? Because last year, my beloved ORL (they are no longer called ENT's apparently in Boston)took out his adenoids and when I asked to remove his tonsils at the same time, he said it wasn't necessary and post-op was a huge deal at 4 years old. I adore my ORL. I really do. I trust him immensely as he has seen oldest through MUCH tougher times than an adenoidectomy. However, he is also conservative. I knew he wouldn't do an unnecessary procedure. Yet, here we are, almost exactly a year later, needing his tonsils out when I knew really that this would be the case. Oldest's feeding therapist has been pushing for it. She says they are huge and that it may b...