My boys have discovered that nostrils have many uses beyond storing snot and resting fingers. Like, oh, that nostrils make very good pockets. And as everyone knows, you can stick anything in a pocket. Read More…
Hot diggity dog! A friend of mine just reported the third Wal-Mart sighting of HONK IFYOU HATE ME. Amazing. It’s still so incredibly strange to know that a book with my name on the cover sits on venerable bookstore shelves, but in Wal-Mart, too? Gosh. From my decade as an editor at Harcourt, I know that this retail-opolis doesn’t pick up many YA titles, so getting placement there when your book isn’t a Harry Potter or a Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is mind-blowing. Not that I’ve actually seen Honk there. My Wal-Mart doesn’t stock it. And believe me, I’ve looked.
Since the first reported Wal-Mart sighting of Honk If You Hate Me one week after the book’s release, I’ve checked my Wal-Mart every few days. You’d think I was stalking Sasquatch. Read More…
I don’t have a working television, but somehow I still manage to hear the breaking Britney news. It’s on my car radio, it’s on the New York Times website, it’s on the TV screens at my gym. It’s nearly impossible not to be up on Britney’s woes. I tried using the gym’s elliptical stairstepper with both hands over my eyes and my pinkies stretched into my ear canals, but that nearly landed me in traction. Read More…
Two of my triplets are pretty much potty-trained right now. The third is solidly uninterested. I put him in Big Boy underpants, but he asks for a diaper when the urge strikes. He does go in potties when we’re on the road, though—after all, it’s so much fun to stand on public toilets and whiz on walls. Because that’s where the lovely stream goes, straight at the walls. Every. Single. Time.
What is my problem? I’m very good at sports, hand-eye coordination, that sort of thing. Yet no matter how carefully I aim Those Little Troublemakers of theirs, I can’t hit the bowl. The wall, yes. The child’s pants, certainly. My own feet, of course! The bowl, not a chance. Read More…
When I left the house tonight, I had every intention of going to the gym. But instead of pumping iron, I found myself on a dark street corner with the Meat Man. Uh-oh, that sounds bad…. But don’t worry, this is a G-rated post, I promise.
On my way to LA Fitness this evening, I passed a guy selling meat out of the back of his truck. Eureka!, Read More…
9/11. We can’t change the facts. We can’t erase the past. But we can fortify our spirits and our hearts as we press ever onward. Here’s the Halversons’ contribution to that cause…
Some people look at a blank page and tense up. Not me. I love the challenge of starting from scratch. Which is a very good thing, because I was wheeled out of the delivery room with three bouncing bundles of blank pages just waiting for my input.
In the last 2+ years, I’ve marveled to see at least one light bulb flicker on every day as my boys learn about the world around them. Sometimes the lesson is happenstance, sometimes it’s something I’ve planned, always it’s amazing. Today, I introduced my wee men to the concept of maps. And it was a blast! Read More…
…when you can have pet ants instead? Introducing Big Boy, Susie, and Buttercup.
I know, you may need to zoom on these pictures. Trust me, though, the ants are there. Our house is overrun with them during this heat wave. Like the rest of intelligent life in San Diego, they want to be inside, not out.
I find it wonderful and totally natural that the boys are interested in small creatures such as their ants. Read More…