This is not a blog post. It looks like a blog post but it isn’t really one. It is me… Read more This Is Not A Blog Post
approximately how many popsicles my sick girl ate yesterday. approximately how many times we watched Curious George: A Halloween Boo… Read more 8,104
At last. At long last. Sitting in front of my computer with a coffee (and my beloved skunk ape mug… Read more Whirling Dervishes
Last night my child got over-tired and wouldn’t sleep, perhaps because she went to sleep a five minutes early or maybe it was because it was five minutes late, I don’t know. Maybe it is this lunar eclipse that is a full moon in pisces with its “surge of emotional energy” or maybe it is because we tried to put her to sleep on a day ending with a “y”…nobody knows. My child requires precision with her bedtime routine and if you veer off course, hold onto your hats folks.
Well, you may recall that yesterday I was a tad sleep-deprived. So there it was, 9 pm at night and it is already two hours past my kid’s bedtime and I am SUPER CRANKY and yelling at my kid to GO TO SLEEP NOW. Because that is always effective. And my child runs to the living room, suddenly naked, because she has decided to strip any and all clothes off of herself of course. So she is lying upside-down naked on the couch and is being RIDICULOUSLY silly. Making jokes and laughing.
And I stood there and I WAS SO MAD THAT SHE WAS BEING FUNNY.
I have a new friend. Meet Mister Cardinal: His lady friend (“lady friend” – I sound like my late grandmother!)… Read more Poor mama cardinal.
Let this be a cautionary tale, lest you too find yourself up with a sugar-and-caffiene-fueled-pre-schooler at 1:30 in the morning.… Read more The Tale of the Chocolate in the Night
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.
Hello – some updates! copyright of Instagram. 1.I am now on instagram! Well, I have been for a while. But… Read more a bit of housekeeping. And: I want *your* instagram links please!
Full throttle. That is how the day starts with my daughter. This was the first five minutes of our day: “MAAAAHHHHH-MEEEE!” Arrive at… Read more FULL THROTTLE
So duh duh duh duuuuuuh (that was a trumpet if you were wondering), henceforth I shall commence a daily morning writing, with coffee and assorted rejected dairy-products.