Are We There Yet? I Want to Go Home!
We’re back from the cabins, weren’t hauled away by Outlaw Red Spiders of Doom, and we even survived the Incessant Whining of We’re-Never-Going-on-Another-Car-Trip-with-This-Child-Again. One thing I’ve noticed is that Z wants to stay home more, now that she’s going to preschool. It isn’t just the drop-off tears (I think we’re done with that short phase, … Read more
Le Weekend
If you happen to be in the bay area this weekend, you might see me climbing up out of the car to surf on the roof, a la Teen Wolf. Or maybe I’ll be reclining on the beach somewhere, reading a book. Whatever I’m doing, I will be SLEEPING IN. Husband, too, so I won’t … Read more
She’ll Be Coming ‘Round the Mountain When She Comes
Z has this great little distractor, an old Leap Frog alphabet thingie. Z calls it her “Letters.” She spells her name on it, which was kind of cute the first hundred thousand times. It looks like this: It sounds like this: “Try pressing a letter!” “Press a letter to hear music!” “Press any letter to … Read more
Writer’s Group
One of my favorite Z stories is how she asked me to play picnic with her one morning. She’d arranged all the plastic and wooden “food” on a blanket on the floor, and she’d enlisted a plastic Lego box for a little table. So I came in and sat down on the floor, thinking I … Read more
Quiet Time? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
There are, in the world, parents who probably consider us lucky that Z continued napping until she was nearly three. I try to remember this when I’m tearing out my hair and sobbing on the phone to my mom. “Quiet Time” sounds something like this. (Please note: Curly brackets { } denote the ESM’s thoughts, … Read more
