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So, it’s bedtime,

and the little one has been washed and brushed and lotioned and jammied. But, as we were heading towards the bedroom, the finish line, she heard music playing from downstairs. And she perked up. "Dance party, please, mommy?" She wants to have a dance party with me. She said please. Now how can I argue with that? So, I guess tonight we will have a different kind ...

If I don’t write, I will burst.

So, as you well know, I've been on a little wriatus. I've taken some time off the grid, and it's been nice. Certainly, I've missed chronicling my daily moments of wonder (from the quick photo snapped of a tiny tush in even tinier skinny jeans to a 2-year-old's inventive original song lyrics to the foodshots of ...

Because it’s her day o’ birth and all…

I figured I should dig these up from the ol' archives. The Birth Story, as told in 5 Chapters. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5–A Happy Ending Read 'em and weep, folks. Read 'em and weep.

Spotted:

On my sister's bedroom mirror. And, I've melted.

HBD, BFFAE.

Scenes from The Bean/Happy Birthday, Twin!

So, I've been keeping a bit of a secret from you. Actually, it's kind of big... (...at least in this land....the Land of Mom, that is.) 2 weeks ago, I spent my first weekend away WOB (without babe). It's taken me this long to share because a) I had to find the right words b) I had to process all that ...

Oh happy day.

Thank you, my sweet friends, (online, offline, and everywhere in between...) for making me feel this special. (Which, by the way, is SO special!) Today has been a lovely a day and it's only 1pm. So thank you, thank you, thank you. (And, by all means, keep it comin'!) Love and Macaroons, The Bday Gal.

If growing up means it would be

beneath my dignity to climb a tree I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up. Not me. Tomorrow, I will be celebrating my birthday. I'll be getting old. Older. So, let them (you!) eat cake, I say. As long as it's Kosher for Passover. And I'm serious. I'll never grow up. Not me. Not I. Not me. No Sir.

Some folks.

There are some folks who are born athletes and others who must work at it. Much like how there are some folks who take up jogging and decide to buy new running sneakers... while other folks take up jogging and decide to buy new music. Hmmmmmmm. Bet you can't guess which of these folks I am. Oh. Sorry. I can't hear you. I have my ...

Encore.

In recent days, I have watched as my daughter's intense love for music has grown immensely. It has grown, intensely; Incandescently. My girl now sings songs. Entire songs. The guitar strums it's first chord and she knows the song, instantly, and she begins. And this is all wonderful. But, it is her musical abilities that impress me so much less than her musical soul. Because, ...