Tag: childhood

  • Visiting the past

    I spent a week in Sunnyvale, CA, with my closest, dearest, longest-standing (don’t want to say oldest) friend, S, and her husband W/M (complicated).  She and I met when we were 11 years old, and our first meeting was not auspicious.  At least, not for me.

  • Soothing a rumbly tummy

    I’ve been struggling for the past three days with a nasty stomach bug, I’ll spare you the gorey details! Yesterday was the worst, and I’m definitely on the mend. I had to work a full day today, and got home and collapsed into bed, waking up at midnight, feeling hungry. I asked the dear Dad,…

  • Going stroller-less

    J is getting very close to being as old as S was when we first brought them home. Unlike biological parents, who know precisely the day (and time) that their children come into the world, our guys came to us with birthdays that were created for them by someone in the adoption/orphanage system, and were…