Just some Tuesday morning loungewear.
Sorry. It’s been a few.
I apologize for my wri-atus. BUT, I thought this was a sweet return. And don't worry; more ma-ma-ma-more to come.
Setting the tone(/tunes).
Morning jams, a prelude to a wonderful day. (Hmm? What's that? You're like 'Whoa! She's so old school! She listens to songs on YouTube when her phone is literally an iPod!' And to that, I say, "You're right." And this is not even the half of it. Just the other day my husband was poking fun at me for listening ...
Life, according to baby.
Looks like someone thinks that spring has sprung... (and we all know how important it is to be properly accessorized.)
Music.
Music is playing inside my head Over and over and over again My friend, there's no end to the music Ah, summer is over But the music keeps playing And won't let the cold get me down -Carole King, Music *** This morning, as I spent time flitting about and trying to tidy, I left my daughter to have some quiet play time in ...
Chag Purim!
Today, I wore my wedding dress in front of the entire school, the baby went grocery shopping in a tutu, and we ate donuts for a mid-morning snack, as we took the "Eat, Drink and Be Merry" spirit of Purim and ran with it. When I dressed as Queen Esther two Purims ago with a "Queen In Training" sign ...
He nailed it.
"Every time you watch Bravo it's like 'I want to have an '80s Party!' 'I want to have a Flash Mob!' 'I want to do a blind junk-food taste-test!' I'm waiting for you to ask me for a dog Bar-Mitzvah." -My husband. Dog Bar-Mitzvah, eh? A Bark Mitzvah. He's onto something. Just have to make sure Jill ...
A Mother.
In a little over a month, my newborn baby will, quite miraculously, be having her second birthday. I know. it makes no sense. It actually confuses me. It hit me yesterday, at school, when a colleague and friend of mine was kissing and cooing over my daughter. And my daughter was answering her, calling her by her ...
Best. Note. Ever.
Found this on my way into my parents' house on Sunday. (We were sitting for the pups.) This note tickled me. My dad knows me so well. Oh, and did you catch his reference to Tuesday night's dinner? He was planning a Boys Night, with an extensive and oh-so-manly menu. But, alas, one of the men fell ill and so ...
She’s a bad mama (pa)jama.
Watching my kid as she dances around the living room, belting out "Oh Yoko", while wearing her footsie pjs and a faux leopard hat, I know that his memory most certainly is a blessing.
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