Like riding a bike. Exactly like riding a bike.

Phone Call Number 1:

• 6:55 am
• My husband called me.
• He explained something about having taken my keys that morning so he couldn't lock his bike at the T.  
• Would I please use his keys - which include the bike lock key - to lock the bike at the T?  
• Yes, okay, of course I could do that.

About five minutes later, I looked for his keys to add to the pile of Things I Have To Have With Me Before I Leave In The Morning Or Else...



Phone Call Number 2:

national holiday

As I was driving from work to daycare/school this evening I remembered years ago someone said, "Your birthday is not a national holiday.  And neither are your kids' birthdays."

Tell me the story of...

This morning at breakfast with my Bug and my Squish, Bug looked up and asked me to tell him a story.

I said, "You want me to tell [not read] you a story?!?"

Bug replied, "Yeah.  Tell me the story about the dishwasher!"

BOOK REVIEW - The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh

The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh, by A.A. Milne with decorations by Ernest H. Shepard

In the past year, Bug showed some interest in a little bear who loves honey, so I went big and got the family a copy of The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh.

Spoiler Alert

movie night

Friday night is movie night - a tradition I might have been waiting to start just a little too enthusiastically.

Movie night means that Bug gets to do two things that are not part of the norm:

BOOK REVIEW - The Global Game Changers

The Global Game Changers, by Jan Helson and Rachel Annette Helson

We all want to make the world a better place for our kids, but one book asks whether kids themselves can change the world.  

This book is by a mother - daughter writing team who introduce us to two (fictional) superheroes searching the world for real kids who are game changers.  

The good news is...

Spoiler alert

custodian of memories

During the first year or two that I lived in New York, my mind's eye would occasionally take me to an old, familiar haunt in Boston.  One afternoon, during corpse pose at the end of a yoga class, I found myself on a little side street in our old green car (Greens) heading to the YMCA in Dorchester (Dot).