I’m off hosting a conference, so it’s the Mommy edition for the next couple of days—though it seems that our esteemed publisher slipped a note to the editor with all today’s headlines. A brazen power grab.
Local couturier designs her next season while waiting for tomato pasta at Robertas
Most of her designs are not wedding dresses, to be clear, but they are required of any serious fashion house, and Kina is a very serious fashion house.
Parents look on, stunned by passage of time, as publisher walks on with friends
Well, it’s all come down to this. Each day a little further away. We knew it was coming, but it’s still hard to face the fact that the kid can cross streets.
A sharp departure from recent 10:30 pm schedule; child knows she needs sleep to be sharp!
And so came the last night of summer vacation. It’s been a good one, and a momentous one. There was something different in the air at the end of fourth grade, as we headed off to California—an awareness of one path coming to an end. Almost two months later, and Kina has changed so much in preparation to cross that last stretch. We are proud of her. Happy summer.
Kina and Daddy hit the rides at Deno’s, brave the Sea Serpent roller coaster twice; afterwards, Kina admits to preferring L+B’s “flat pizza” to their classic Sicilian
You always need to ride the Sea Serpent twice and the Wonder Wheel once. Everything else is up for grabs.
Daddy talks to Kina about the abstract concept of “disappointment”; a compromise is reached
Okay so I wrote Saturday in the header but it’s Friday and clearly I’m not the best person to consult for advice on daily planning. I am, however, very good in matters of getting to the heart of disagreements, whence today’s headline. She did end up going to both Long Island City and Ferox—a win for all.
The fact that she takes this so seriously suggests that my elaborate efforts to maintain that Burlingame, a talking fist, is a sentient being have caused an existential crisis
I do worry that I am so good at performing Burlingame that neither Kina nor I effectively know whether he is part of me or not.
Scandal in the group chat as Kina learns many of her friends are in other classes
I never went to the same school for more than a couple of years, and so it’s strange to watch how much the kids (and our esteemed publisher) follow the class assignment announcements. I thought she’d take today’s news harder, but the group chat has provided a good amount of catharsis, which saved me and Laurea from the brunt of her rage. Our little social creature is all grown up!
Crab researcher can’t bring herself to pick specimens from the sea floor while Daddy tiptoes gingerly in the waves and Mommy rocks out to Gazebo Band
I realize only now that I am writing this that I forgot to draw Laurea simply LOSING HER MIND to the sounds of the cover band playing in the gazebo next to the beach—oblivious to the horde of big-ass crabs all around her.
