Today I was reading stories to Annabelle and Henry and one had an octopus in it. I was reading it and I was supposed to say “The octopus reached out one tentacle” but I said “The octopus reached out one testicle.” This made me laugh hysterically. The kids just stared at me.Today was one of those days where we spent six hours outside–it was gorgeous, 80 degrees, sunny, and by 3pm, I was ready to go to bed. We spent an hour in the tub and ate a huge dinner-like meal and then puttered around. Maybe the day wouldn’t have seemed so long if I had felt better, but I had a headache and felt nauseous. Annabelle and Henry were hilarious. They’re amazing. They can make me laugh even when I’m feeling horrible. I got on the floor to do pilates and Henry, totally delighted, got on the rug with me and started copying my moves.He was also very tickled to see me get in the tub. I always bathe after they go to bed. It was the first time they saw me in the tub, and Henry acted like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen, then proceeded to throw all his tub toys in with me. He was even more thrilled when I wahsed my hair. “Mama!! Hat!” he shouted.We’re reading Pippi Longstocking before bed and Annabelle fall asleep laughing. Life can’t get any more heavenly than this.
I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.
Welcome to my World.
Similar Posts
Dr. Pinky and the Tickle Monster
Henry awakened me last night asking to nurse “fo one minute.” I said no, he kept asking, so I raised the two-finger tickle monster who said, “Sh!” over and over again until it reached Henry’s tummy and he collapsed in giggles. This went on for a while, and Henry kept asking, so finally Dr. Pinky came out and said, “No nursing! You’re too big! Nursing is for babies.” Henry said, “Dat pinky can’t talk! He doesn’t have a mouth!” Exactly!…
Grief Journey | Hope | Humor | InspirationTwo Dresses and a Spinning Wheel
I spent this morning going through my closet, looking for two dresses: one to wear to a wedding and one to wear to a funeral. Sigh. This grand pageant of life can feel less than grand sometimes. I have a whole team of people I call when the going gets tough. But who am I kidding? The going is always tough. So I just keep my team on call. My team consists of my dream analyst, close friends, far friends,…
The Importance of Play
I’m watching my two-year-old daughter running circles around my living room. She’s dressed herself in a leotard with stars on it, her tall puppy dog boots, and a pink silk square of fabric tied around her neck for a cape. As she runs, she looks over her shoulder, watching the cape swish out behind her. She looks for her reflection in the window, jumping as high as she can and then taking off again. I watch her in wonder. How…
An Excellent Fusion of Science and Art
Music is an excellent and effective way to teach any subject and to learn any subject. Check out this brilliant piece by 23-year old Physics student, Timothy Blais. He sings about Physics and String Theory to Bohemian Rhapsody–an excellent fusion of science and art, because physics and art are different sides of the same coin.(And if you’re having trouble remembering scientific terms, try putting them to music! Click here.
My Mom is my Paris
I just want to be next to her, to read to her, put my arms around her, to feel my heart near hers, and pretend that her brain will come back and she will remember who I am, even for one bittersweet moment.
A Toddler’s Fashion Crisis
Ahh, getting dressed. That age-old ritual. I wonder how it was in caveman times: “Honey? Do you want to wear the fig leaf or the buffalo skin loin cloth today?” Did two-year-old cavebabies shout “No!” at their mothers and throw their bamboo leaf underwear across the cave? Or were they better behaved and wear whatever their mother put on them before smacking their sibling across the head with a club and writing on the cave walls with a stick covered…
