why we have preschool

This is part of my practice I guess. Write something. Anything at all, just to get the cogs in my brain turning. Any writing is better than reading emails and mommy boards. After I clear this junk out of my head, maybe I’ll write another 

before the baby woke up

This week I am learning to own the consequences of my own choices. All this came from one of the epic discussion/debate/fights that Jim and I have most Saturday mornings. I don’t know what it is about Saturday mornings, but that is when they usually 

coffee and some thoughts

Waking up early, before the baby, makes all the difference in the world. Just taking that one hour before he wakes up to gather myself. And now my brain is awake, on fire with ideas and creativity. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that there are 

today

I voted for the soon-to-be first female President of the United States! And I’m taking my hubby to have his kidneys poked and prodded and stones knocked out. And we are both nervous about that. And I hope that Dylan is a good boy while 

picture post – a happy anniversary

Because it’s Monday, and Mondays are crazy for everyone, even stay-at-home moms, we’ll do a picture post! Roses. I know, who hasn’t seen roses before? But these are my roses, and that makes them special. I’m feeling a little bit frazzled today. I’m organizing another 

you may commence dancing

He’s watching The Backyardigans and they’re singing. It’s a surfer-dude kind of song, and they’re doing a surfer-dude kind of dance. He turns around to look at me and he’s smiling, as if to say, what do you think? It’s pretty cool, huh? Yeah, man, 

drawing

He has two highchairs – one for eating and another for coloring. He goes to the coloring chair and says “chair,” except that it sounds more like char, and that is how he tells us he wants to draw. I pick him up, slide him 

the alternate lives of dreamers

Dylan had a good Christmas. He got more toys than any eighteen month-old child ever needs to have. He got more toys than we even have room for. We didn’t even realize how much Santa bought for him until we saw it all in one 

dear God, not Walmart!

It is disturbing to me how he is drawn to these commercials. He doesn’t care about The View that I am watching as I fold the laundry. But when the commercials start, he is drawn to them like a Siren’s song. The volume is louder, 

it’s not a wonder he won’t nap

When there are lights to be turned on! Yay! Silly Mommy!