Sick burn, four-year old.
Imagine a parental stress continuum. At one end is the mythical and totally unatainable smiling happy family lounging on a white couch. At the other end: stress-eating peanut butter out of the jar at midnight.
Pass the coffee.
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.
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?)
Today the shortest and most precocious member of the household woke me up full of ideas. Could we surprise daddy with early late father's day? Could we get a cat and name him Sparky Fur?
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.
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.