Sick burn, four-year old.
Sure am glad I didn't dawdle getting to the airport and while running late accidentally park my rental car in the wrong return lane and be told I have to go inside to fix it, only to find out that no I need to go back outside to get a slip from the very chatty car… Continue reading Final boarding call.
Take heart. I bet you have it together more than you think. For goodness sake, it's not like you still have Christmas decor lying around in your shrubs in July!
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 to… Continue reading (People seriously hate this place?)
Such an odd but lovely morning. I made scones but forgot the salt. Oh well. They were still pretty satisfying. But then my kid asked if I forgot the sugar. Goodness no I did not forget the sugar -- these are scones not muffins, child! And then we were late for the annual July 4th… Continue reading a slow and saltless day
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 these… Continue reading Full Monty Moana (A show-and-tell cautionary tale)
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.
A slice of cheese, half of a tortilla, a smattering of granola cereal, and half a cup of spilled milk. #fouryearoldchef.
4:02 a.m. 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. [READ MORE]
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.