Here’s my idea: I give away five postcards featuring my art and in return you use them to advocate for the end of the horrific child-separation policy.
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.
That was the three-year-old in response to stuffing being placed on her thanksgiving plate. The nerve! You don’t even want… Read more I don’t like onions! I make them cry!
I read about some music that has been proven by science to be the most relaxing and I thought, a HA! WE WILL TRY THIS.
So while my husband was trying to get the kid to sleep I listened to it to try it out. I nearly fell asleep. Oh this was good.
When it was (inevitably) my turn to take over trying to get this child to go the f to sleep, I brought my handy music playlist.
This is a recap of how it went down…
So about all those posts this week…about the kid. The coffee. The coffee again. And again. I’ve Just had a… Read more And the universe laughed!
All I can do is stay present to what she is right now. To her lip with dried yogurt, her feet in my way-too-large shoes, and her little whispers to me about Bob, the Honey Nut Cheerios bee.
When your husband, the man who has zero design sense, starts suggesting fancy bins to put ice and drinks into, you know you have found yourself squarely in the Pinterest-generation.