We Have Our Priorities Straight

The San Diego fires are not dangerously close to our house, but are nonetheless surrounding us and the air quality is very bad. Our neighbors have packed and left. Evacuation orders have been issued by the city. As we were packing our house and preparing to evacuate if required, Laura, standing barefoot and in pajamas called out, "Can somebody help me put on my fairy dust necklace?" I heard Kristen reply, "Laura, let's think about our accessories after we're packed and dressed." And then I stopped packing to post this.

Laugh It Up, Fuzzball

Late in the evening . . .

Kristen: “I have to get around to shaving my legs tonight.”


The next day . . .

Kristen: “My legs are so hairy.”


An hour later . . .

Kristen: “I never go this long without shaving.”


The next morning . . .

Kristen: “I can’t wear shorts. My legs are too hairy.”


Later that day . . .

Kristen: “Look at how prickly my legs are.”

Mom: “Will you please stop complaining about your hairy legs?”

Adam: “Or just shave before you turn into a Wookiee.”

The Day the Universe Weighed Eight Pounds and Four Ounces

On October 11, twenty-three years ago, I looked into the most beautiful brown eyes imaginable and a brand-new feeling hit me like a full force gale and warm summer breeze all at once. For the first time in my life, I knew with absolute certainty what it meant to love another human being unconditionally and eternally.

Happy birthday to my baby Kristen.

Best Birthday Present Ever

Cheri: "Look at my hair. My blow dryer died before my hair was completely dry."

Tom: "I like your hair fluffy."

Cheri: "Please. I look like Roseanne Roseannadanna."

Tom: [Gazing into Cheri's eyes] "I think you're even prettier now than when I first met you."