Remember naked Moana from yesterday? I’d be failing you if I didn’t tell you the whole naked Moana story. But first, some background. It turns out that every Friday is show-and-tell day in my 4-year-old’s preschool room. I didn’t know and I was intrigued. What exactly had my kid bringing to class show-and-tell theseContinue reading “Full Monty Moana (A show-and-tell cautionary tale)”
A naked Moana doll (they are always naked) oak tree twigs of varying lengths (quantity: 2) a penny (she loves coins) a small glass jar for placing her collections File this away to Things I Don’t Ever Want To Forget about My Daughter at Four.
I officially won motherhood today.
A slice of cheese, half of a tortilla, a smattering of granola cereal, and half a cup of spilled milk. #fouryearoldchef.
Child climbs into bed with me. Husband is blissfully asleep in guest bed “getting over a the stomach flu.” Please, you know he is psychic and predicted this event transpiring.
4 y.o.: “It is dark!”
Me: “Yes Z, it is the middle of the night.”
4yo: “I AM THE CHEESE MONSTER!”
Me: perplexed. Laughs.
This morning my four-year-old woke up, strutted into the living room stark naked and declared “Good morning my little lovely!” Now that’s what I call an entrance.
3:01 a.m. 4-year old: “Maaaaaaaah-meeee, it’s time to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!! Time to make the caaaaaaaaawwwwfeeeeee!”
me: “No, it’s definitely not. Go back to sleep.”
I’m feeling a little rusty. It has been a long slog of a month, and quite a while since I’ve found myself in my most favorite of places: in front of my computer ready to write with coffee by my side (Cuban, my favorite) while my daughter hangs with Curious George cartoons. Nothing like a disruption toContinue reading “Whatever makes your heart sing”
She asks if something “was a coin dance mama?” (She was trying to say coincidence.) She wants to use my smartphone to search for the North Pole. She is almost four and oh, she is my everything. Photo by the four year old
Last Friday I returned to my home-state of Michigan to attend my 20th high school reunion. I flew out of SW Florida as the hurricane was approaching Daytona Beach and watched news coverage from the airport. If you looked outside of its floor to ceiling windows you would have seen less wind and rain thanContinue reading “A return home”