Monday, October 26, 2015

Parenthood: The Glamorous Life

This morning at work, about two hours into a series of analyst briefings, I realized that I'd completely forgotten about Avery's parent-teacher conference. Not that I could have made it anyway because meetings had gotten scheduled over it. But still... I only remembered at all because my mother emailed me to ask how it went. My mother. Emailed me. From Paris mind you. My mother who is in Paris on vacation remembered a parent-teacher conference that my husband and I had completely forgotten about. There is really nothing to say here but Total. Parenting. Fail. FAIL!!!!

UPDATE: This is to say nothing of the utter absurdity of a parent-teacher conference for a 16 month old. I mean honestly. But daycare is a rare and special butterfly of the most ridiculous order

Thursday, October 22, 2015

On grass-fed flan and unrealistic expectations for motherhood

Tonight, I had what could loosely be described as an out-of-body experience. I'd just finished Avery's bath and handed her off to Mark for some bedtime books, and was standing in the kitchen, rolling the second half of my gluten-free cookie dough into balls in preparation for baking. Why was I baking GF cookies, you ask? Because tomorrow, Avery's daycare/preschool is having the Fall Parent Potluck, and I signed up to bake cookies. And because our daycare is allergen-sensitive, I agreed to remove gluten and nuts from my cookies. I even selected a GF flour that didn't include any nut flour. Seriously.

Monday, October 5, 2015

On Bonus Grandparents

Today, Avery spent the day with Mimi and Ray-Ray. Neither Mimi or Ray-Ray have any blood relation to her, but they are grandparents nonetheless. And for that, I'm eternally grateful.

A little over six years ago, Avery's Noni (Mark's mom, Andi) passed away. For the several years prior to her death, Ray had been her companion. They married just a few months before she died. Although Ray only came into Mark's life when he was in his 20s, he has always treated Mark and me like family. Andi's death only solidified that.

In time, Ray found love and companionship in another woman, Barbara, known to her grandchildren as "Mimi." Mark and I attended their wedding. Like Ray, Barbara has always treated us as family.