Last night we had an amazing evening at the Lake Compounce holiday festival. Some of the kid rides were running and the park was decorated with magical, sparkling lights. Lots of fun. Plus super bonus--free thanks to some amazing friends and season pass holders ( Read more... )

and the clothes in da houz. G's all excited and I've freaked the &*$% out...

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I. Am. Beat. I ( Read more... )

It wasn't the feeling the kicks or the 26 hours of labor, not when I held you in my arms and sang beautiful boy while I cried. It wasn't the snuggles at 2am when you puked on us both, and you felt better and although covered in vomit somehow I did too. It wasn't the first I love you or the first I hate you you spoke. But today, I earned what is ( Read more... )

"Mama, what does a cloud feel like?"
This kid makes me smile.

It seems the drive home from preschool is the ideal time for philosophical discussions. Today, out of nowhere, G says, "Where did the first people come from?"

I did what I usually do when unprepared for a kid question. "Well, what do you think?"

Once I'd got my bearings, I was able to say something along the lines of: Well, there are two big ( Read more... )

Who is on the penny?
Abraham Lincoln!
Who is on the quarter?
George Washington!
Who is on the nickel?
Thomas. And Frank is on the dime.

G: wow mama! I want to paint our house that color!
Me: oh nice! Me too. That color is called electric blue.
G: does it need a cord?

(It took me a minute to see why he was asking).

On the way to preschool, the "I Have a Dream" speech was on the radio. (Not NPR, interestingly, who was talking about climate change or taxation or something, but on the my generation rock(ish) station that plays Nirvana and Bush and Fun). I let Guthrie listen for a few minutes, and then we had a really cool conversation ( Read more... )

"When Eliza was a baby she could only have "mackin" but now she's big enough for Mac n cheese!" -G, age 4