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 in my 4-year-old’s preschool room. I didn’t know this at first, and once I did I was intrigued. What exactly was my kid…
A slice of cheese, half of a tortilla, a smattering of granola cereal, and half a cup of spilled milk. #fouryearoldchef.
With sweaty palms and joy, I’m excited to announce that I’m finally launching my etsy shop! You are the first to know–not because I am trying to sell you anything (and I truly am not, and I also promise not to use this blog to promote the shop beyond sharing today’s news!)–but because this is as much yours to celebrate as mine.
Cuban coffee. puppy dogs. Key west man who said, “you wanna take my picture?” I told him I was taking photos to paint later because I’m an artist. He said he’s an artist too–a guitarist who played with Brett Michaels before he joined the marines! Love this place. Next up, reef snorkeling. Husband is…
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.
This morning my four-year-old woke up, strutted into the living room stark naked and declared “Good morning my little lovely!” Now that’s what I call an entrance.
3:01 a.m. 4-year old: “Maaaaaaaah-meeee, it’s time to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!! Time to make the caaaaaaaaawwwwfeeeeee!”
me: “No, it’s definitely not. Go back to sleep.”
Has she fled to Canada?
Is she wandering the woods of Chappaqua?
Is she holed up with Richard Simmons?
No, no, and *shudder* thank God no!