February 2008
6 posts
My secret identity
About a week ago, a friend sent me an email. “Dear Annette …” I stared at my name and realized how foreign it sounded. Nowadays, I answer mostly to Mommy, occasionally to Honey, Mrs. Price or Rachel’s Mom. This morning, Matthew handed me a book, “I Was a Really Good Mom Before I Had Kids.” It struck the same chord. While Rachel was at preschool, I let Audrey...
Embracing girly
Yes, I talk about my kids a lot. Not because I think they’re better than your kids. (We won’t get into that.) Not because I think I am an awesome mom. (We won’t get into that either!) I’m proud of them, and I can’t wait to see how they’ll grow. We took a break to embrace girly and take some pink pictures on Valentine’s weekend. I hope they always stay...
Yay, art!
Personal outings (not errands) are a rare treat for me. I’ve been aching to visit the Oklahoma City Museum of Art for a while, so for my birthday this year, that’s where we went. No kids. I wanted Matthew and I to get to be the kids for once. Art is intriguing. I don’t pretend to be a critic, but there’s something about entering a gallery and allowing my eyes to consume...
MOM: Was there a fire alarm at school today?
RACHEL: I don't think the school was on fire. I didn't see any fire. It must have been on smoke.
Cake No. 200!
For my 200th cake since I started decorating, I wanted to go overboard and attempt something really difficult. Matt said he’d love to have a Legion of Super-Heroes cake. Done. Eight hours to pipe 24 characters on a full-sheet cake. I don’t think I’ll ever do that again! Thanks to comics artist Gary Frank for some awesome inspiration! I’ve also updated my cake gallery on ...
Confessions of a ValGrinch
I’ve never understood the resistance toward Christmastime. I’m sure some people have personal issues associated with the holidays, but Christmas should be big enough for everyone, even those who don’t celebrate it for the birth of Christ. Me? I’m a ValGrinch. I yell “Bah, Humbug!” at Cupid every February. There are so many reasons to hate a day that tells you...