that although I am in a land far, far away, where my internet connection is limited to 36 seconds a day, and my phone has not worked since Sunday, and where the rum drinks flow like.... ....you know.... I feel compelled to take the last 22 seconds of signal I have to say that at this moment, for me, happiness is spending more hours in ...
Almost paradise.
My apologies. I know that things have been quiet around these parts. While I may have been absent outwardly, rest assured that I've been a good blogging squirrel, gathering seeds and hoarding stories and collecting photos of my baby, bee-lining towards sparkly shoes, to share with you. But, the truth is, it's been a hard week. And it's a long story. But ...
Baby is back….baby!
Why, hello there! Yes! It's me! I'm back! Remember me? I first wrote to you one, whole long year ago. Yes, it's me! I'm back! HEELLLOOO! So let me just begin by getting a few important things out of the way: One, I am no longer a baby. I am a big girl. See how much more eloquently ...
Becoming a parent
will change you to your core. Being a parent means that all of the joys in life become better. Flowers smell more lovely, the earth looks more beautiful, the trees are taller, the days are brighter, kisses are more wonderful than you could have ever imagined. Being a parent also makes things scarier. Hearing of terrible things, especially things affecting families, or ...
Caught in the rain/A Haiku
Tonight we scampered, hugging, as rain pelted us; You are my shelter.
And speaking of
rainbows, tonight, as I read my daughter her bedtime story, I looked down at her piggies and spotted her most recent adornment; a beaded rainbow anklet. She must have picked it up, somewhere between teeth brushing and lullabies. And I couldn't help but to think two things: She's right! Who doesn't need to bring a rainbow, beaded anklet to da crib and my ...
“The lovers, the dreamers and me.”
It's no wonder that my daughter's newest favorite song is "Rainbow Connection".
Back to school blues.
Today, as I sat at my teacher in-service day workshop, I got to thinking. I looked around the large conference table, and stared at the faces of the women around me; my beloved colleagues. I could not love my job or coworkers more. And so, as I sat there, between bites of pizza and rounds of ice-breaker games, I ...
One of these things is not like the other,
one of these things just doesn't belong. Ahhhhh, motherhood. (And p.s. is this DVR not an embarrassment of riches? Now, if only I had the time to watch all of my Bravo....again I say, ahhhhh motherhood.)
It feels rather rosie
that my kid and my guy have both become enchanted with "Bye Bye Birdie" in the very same week. Now, if only I could get them both to learn the "Living to Do" choreography that I spent many months of the '90s perfecting then we'd really be in business. Showtunes, FTW!
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