Early this morning, even earlier than breakfast, Ren went downstairs to get a cup of water. While he was down there, he spied a rare treat in our house—donuts! He grabbed two and started to make his way back upstairs to where I was. B saw him and asked, “Whatcha got, Ren?”
“Donuts.”
Read MoreIt’s was late morning here on the eastern side of the country and with a couple of fun client projects sitting on my desk making good progress, I decided to take a short break and go for a Big Gulp–a college habit I just never seemed to break. Ash and I grabbed some loose change from B’s giant jar and hopped into the car headed for 7-11. As we pulled into the parking lot, she started on her chorus of “I want a Slurpee, I want a Blue Slurpee.”
Read MoreLast night, baby was moving a lot. For the first time, I could feel the kicks outside of my tummy. I asked B if he wanted to feel the baby. He rolled over and placed his hand on my tummy just as a super power kick thrust from my belly.
Read MoreAsh and I like to walk to her preschool when we can. It's exactly one mile door to door.
This morning after a brief discussion on finding sneakers and getting them on to feet as quickly as possible:
Today over breakfast.
Ash: Mommy, you're a cow.
Me: It's not very nice to call someone a cow, unless they really are.
Ash: You're a horse.
Me: No, I don't want to be a horse, either.
Ash: Then you're a funny duck.
I love birthdays. I get that from my mom. She always made a big, huge, whopping deal out of birthdays, as it was “our special day”, a free pass to no chores and happy wishes, not to mention the spoils of such a day.
Read MoreThere was an importunate sense in her voice as she tugged on my shirt and looked up at me. “Mommy,” she whined, “I want a rattoo.”
The statement should have surprised me. It would surprise most parents of a four-year-old girl. But for me, I knew it was just a matter of time before Ash started asking for a tattoo, oh, and piercings, too. B and I knew this day was coming, just not this soon. But as those words escaped her mouth, I wondered how many times over the next 14 or so years that I would hear that sentence. Then I stopped to count how many times I heard it from B over the last 14 or so years.
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