Pass the coffee.
Just a few of the questions being asked lately by the resident 4-year old : Do grasshoppers have ears? (Yes, on their legs apparently, according to my husband-scientist) Why don't they play more Queen Beyoncé on the radio? (I hear you and I have no answers to this) What is God? (WHERE DID THIS COME FROM...ASK ME… Continue reading Inquiring minds want to know
The four year old's favorite planets, in order of preference: "Earf" Saturn Neptune Moon Something tells me earf is in good hands with these kids. They can't do worse than we have that's for sure.
Rush home from pre-school, grab your mother and pull her into her bedroom. Dogs are allowed to stay. Dads are not! Get on the bed and lay down on a pillow, telling your mother in a conspiring tone, "we need to lay here to talk about SURPRISING* DADDY!" Cross your adorable little feet. Watch your… Continue reading How to Plan a Party, 4-year old style
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)
I officially won motherhood today.
A slice of cheese, half of a tortilla, a smattering of granola cereal, and half a cup of spilled milk. #fouryearoldchef.
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.
Four is learning to whistle along with Peppa Pig. Four is puppet shows and pirouettes.
Outside the mourning doves are cooing. Inside the house, my daughter is declaring the toast to be too toasty (and her highness is requesting less-toasty toast please!). There is a low whine in the background -- the sound of a broken toilet that won't stop running and that my mediocre plumbing skills are not capable… Continue reading Saturday Morning