Mommy, can you give me something to get rid of my cough, my choos and my snuffs?– Everleigh Rose, 3.5, on wanting to take drugs for a non-existent malady
I’m getting grumpy. Because I don’t like the trees. They’re...– My opinionated, conditional tree-loving Everleigh Rose, age 3.5. May she ever have her own opinion about things because, let’s be honest, who doesn’t love a silly tree? And I couldn’t agree more about wind. It’s just annoying. #longestwinterever
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Monday check in (on a Tuesday because I can)
Obsessing over Apple TV. So many endorphins running through me over this tiny little black box. Working on building my business. Some big decisions have been made over the last year: one being that working a traditional day job is not for me. Thinking about lucrative opportunities and endless possibilities. Anticipating hanging my giant Tom Waits poster. The Treehouse just won’t be complete...
Happy New Year, Everleigh Rose
Dear Everleigh Rose, It’s your fourth New Year, your half birthday. Where has the time gone? At this time last year you were two and a half and still struggling to form sentences; today you are a babbling brook. You speak so eloquently, replying to requests with “yes” and “I do” instead of “yeah” and “uh huh.” You have embraced the English language with such poetic force, and I adore you for...
Christmas Eve dialogue with E (Age 3)
Everleigh: Mommy, are you three?
Me: No, I'm 35.
E: Well, when I get older I'll be 35. But first I'll be four. I have to be four first. Mommy, Ms. Breckon says I'm four... Mommy?
E: Can you call Santa?
Me: What would you like me to tell him?
E: Tell him I need new blankets because I have a hole in my blanket.
Me: It might be a bit late for requests, but I'll try.
Me: Yes, Everleigh?
E: Is Santa a girl Santa or a boy Santa?
Me: Santa is a boy.
E: Is there more than one Santa?
Me: There are a lot of people who dress up like Santa, but there's only one real Santa.
Me: Yes, babe?
E: Will Santa fit down the chimney?
Me: He will, Everleigh. He's magic like that.
E: Goodnight, Mommy. Ready, steady, GO! ... to sleep.
Me: Goodnight, Everleigh.
Monday Check in
Obsessing over how to arrange our things in the apartment that E and I have leased starting January 5th! Picture this: floor to ceiling windows, pine floors, on the main street of a quaint town with a playground, splash pad, ice rink, farmers market and forest for a back yard. Bored? Let’s just go to the town library, which is RIGHT NEXT DOOR. Thirsty? How about the local cafe steps away....
Bravo, Sesame Street for finally tackling a topic that is close to home for me right now. sesamestreet: storyboard: ‘D’ Is for Divorce: Big Feelings on Sesame Street In early 1992, a census report predicted that 40 percent of children would soon live in divorced homes. As one of the most famous children’s television programs in the world, Sesame Street was determined to take on a topic...
What do you desire? What makes you itch? →
These are questions we know we should know the answer to. Yet, how many of us can say we’re not just doing what we begrudgingly do to earn more money to do more of what we begrudgingly do? Or, perhaps we convince ourselves that what we are doing is really what we love, so that we can swallow the fact that we get up each morning simply to do more of what we begrudgingly do. We wretch; we...
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the...– Ernest Hemingway
Goodbye to our house, your first home
Dear Everleigh, We sold your first home—your porch, your rose bush, your tiffany blue room. You learned how to smile, laugh, crawl, walk and, eventually, run in this home. We serenaded you in your bed each night, “my sunshine,” “my pretty little baby.” One week is all it took. You’ll be happy to know another little girl will now enjoy your old room, now her...
I think the idea of positive conflict, and how to fight fairly, is the key to a...– Dana Adam Shapiro
Monday check in (on a Tuesday because I can)
Obsessing over nothing in particular currently. Working on wrapping things up. It’s a continuous task. Thinking about this past weekend away with six spectacular mama’s in a spectacular setting. Anticipating crafts, baking, pumpkin carving, costume making. Halloween, yesiree. Listening to Neil Young. Harvest. Classic. Perfect. Drinking delicious,...
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.– David Foster Wallace