She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)

I’d like to think that the truck full of young males headed to a landscaping job, sitting idle next to me at a stoplight, were cracking up at my dance moves because they were wowed by them and impressed by this forty-something’s swagger. But I’m pretty sure they thought I looked like Elaine from Seinfeld.Continue reading “She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)”

Alert, alert: off-the-chart parental stress detected. Seek Peanut Butter immediately.

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.

(People seriously hate this place?)

I’m currently sitting by myself reading a Sunday NYT and drinking iced coffee. There is free wi-fi and all the children here belong to other people. It’s air-conditioned and there is an endless supply of twizzlers and US Weekly mags. What is this heaven I speak of? Why, I’m at my regional airport, about toContinue reading “(People seriously hate this place?)”

Full Monty Moana (A show-and-tell cautionary tale)

  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)”

The contents of her Frozen backpack (age 4)

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.