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:
9.21.2012
9.20.2012
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
9.19.2012
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).
8.30.2012
Dino Nation
This morning, I tried to find a sports-team-themed shirt for Bug to wear to "school" because the theme for the entire daycare today was to wear your favorite team's colors or jersey.
8.06.2012
The Return of the Chicken Monkey
Many years ago, I learned the phrase, Chicken Monkey.
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7.29.2012
quiet mind
I keep trying to think of a post that will be witty, entertaining, and hilarious . . . but then end on a tender note. Just keep racking my brain. My poor, spazzy little brain.
Folks, not much is coming. Moving is one of those things that I readily acknowledge is a stressful life event, but that I also believe should not stress me out for longer than about a week.
Folks, not much is coming. Moving is one of those things that I readily acknowledge is a stressful life event, but that I also believe should not stress me out for longer than about a week.
7.16.2012
here we are
We are here. On the other side of the move. I haven't been able to process much of anything lately. But I decided that if I don't chronicle this insanity, I may elect voluntarily to do it again.
Right now, Bug is yelling, screaming, shouting from his room, from his doorway, from the hall. His latest phrase, "I'm tired! I'm tired! I'm tired!" It is eight thirty post meridiem. He should be tired. He hasn't had a normal bedtime in weeks (months?).
In the last few weeks:
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