Imagine a parental stress continuum. At one end is the mythical and totally unatainable smiling happy family lounging on a white couch. At the other end: stress-eating peanut butter out of the jar at midnight.
Pass the coffee.
The four year old’s favorite planets, in order of preference: “Earf” Saturn Neptune Moon Something tells me earf is in… Read more (Earth is my favorite, too ❤️)
Take heart. I bet you have it together more than you think. For goodness sake, it’s not like you still… Read more Feeling frazzled? To-do list too long?
I’m currently sitting by myself reading a Sunday NYT and drinking iced coffee. There is free wi-fi and all the… Read more (People seriously hate this place?)
Rush home from pre-school, grab your mother and pull her into her bedroom. Dogs are allowed to stay. Dads are… Read more How to Plan a Party for your dad (according to the 4-year old)
Remember naked Moana from yesterday? I’d be failing you if I didn’t tell you the whole naked Moana story.… Read more 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… Read more The contents of her Frozen backpack (age 4)
I officially won motherhood today.
Tomorrow will mark a year since I sang a song for my mother, an experience that still gives me goosebumps. Everything about that experience was infused with loving grace. I’m writing another post for tomorrow, but in the meantime I thought I’d share that post from last year.