I am thankful for being comfortable to share this picture. My gray, wrinkles, and the bags under my eyes. This picture isn’t about how I look, but how I feel when with my little morning charge. Sometimes he is a whirling dervish so we dance and battle with our fake swords…other times he feels aContinue reading “Wrinkles and All”
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Being Five
Being five means you get to wear two pairs of gloves when you want to. It means french toast tastes better when cut into 24 bite sized pieces. It means being both in love and a bit afraid of a 10 pound dog. Being five means you can ask to marry that 10 pound dog,Continue reading “Being Five”
The Moon
This morning my little guy was focused on the rocket ship box. Getting in, putting on his goggles (made out of cardboard of course), closing the doors and hatches, and taking off…this meant I was counting down and shaking the box as he giggled inside. He would pick a planet, have a little visit, thenContinue reading “The Moon”
Dogs, Dads, and Coconut Bras
Lately I have been thinking about time…not time as in, it is 10:23…time like in, there was a time when I walked my own kids to school each morning. A time when my husband was one of the few dads who worked from home. A time when Fall meant guessing what the high school musicalContinue reading “Dogs, Dads, and Coconut Bras”
why
Why are we going to the living room? Why does she bark? Why did you get a new blue house? Why is there no Greg? Why do you play with me? Why is the cat? Why do you have so many Legos? Why do we walk to school? Why is there no sidewalk? Why don’tContinue reading “why”
My Little Guy
My Little Guy When my son was in 8th grade he was cast as Danny Zuko…which meant a lot to this mama (who was a tween in 1978). I saw Grease at least three times in the theater, which was unheard of back then. Little Neck Movie Theater on Northern Boulevard in Queens. The floorContinue reading “My Little Guy”
Swooning 