You are my sunshine, My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You'll never know dear How much I love you Please, don't take My sunshine Away I was never "That Mom," the one who had an extensive playlist of lullabies to sing to my babies. When my daughter was a newborn, … Continue reading You are my sunshine
Tag: childhood memories
Parallel parking like a boss
Every time I take a long road trip, and I mean every single time, I think of my high school Driver's Education teacher, Mr. Brown. Mr. Brown was from Mississippi, and couldn't pronounce his Rs. He was a tad difficult to understand. Lucky for us, he spoke with a sloooow southern drawl, so we had … Continue reading Parallel parking like a boss
Back in the day
Sometimes when their dad and I are being goofy, but trying to make a point, we go all “back in the day” on our kids. You know, “back in the day we had to walk to school, in the snow, up hill, both ways.” There’s profuse eye rolling and tolerant sighing, patronizing laughs and an … Continue reading Back in the day
Where childhood
When do we lose that childhood sense of wonder and magic? There is that invisible boundary between believing in fairies and leprechauns, and only seeing bills and piles of laundry. I told my son recently that I miss those days when he and his sister were little, and we would build elaborate couch cushion forts … Continue reading Where childhood
Lessons learned
I expected Allen Funt to jump out of the pantry the day my dad bare-handed a doxie turd and popped it into his mouth, noshing on it like some perverted peanut. Two valuable lessons were learned in that moment… Be more diligent in my doggy doodie duties, and be more aware of what day it … Continue reading Lessons learned
Peanut butter wars
Jessie and I were recently lamenting sibling rivalry. We commiserated through short stories depicting what was meant to be examples of hyperbole. What her piece and mine had in common was that while exaggerations, they were also realistic portrayals of how our children actually interact. We also had similar experiences with our own sister and … Continue reading Peanut butter wars
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