My son loves story time. It comes after bath time, which he loves some days and hates others, and after good night kisses to Daddy, “Baby Lala,” Wembley, and “Kitty Kitty”. This part takes a while as the cat is not convinced that standing still in front of a toddler is a good idea.
Right now, the favorites are pretty much anything by Sandra Boynton, but especially the Going to Bed Book (we have four copies!), Doggies, and Snuggle Puppy. Also on the list, Where the Wild Things Are, The Story of Abe Lincoln (yes, Abe Lincoln or “Abie” as Little Man calls him), My Mommy and Me, and My Mother is Mine. [Read more...]
Somewhere around the age of 30 (which was further away than you may expect given the youthful tone of this blog and all the LOLs and smiley faces… or not) I went from “Miss” to “Ma’am” in stores and restaurants. I don’t know if it was the wrinkles, the suits, or the sensible purchasing decisions I was making, but I hated it. It was a massive leap from youth into some downward slope that ends in the ground (wow, that was miserable to write!) [Read more...]