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I never thought it would come. Honestly. If we were being filmed though, the foreshadowing would have been obvious to the audience months ago. Or at least weeks. Before I proceed, let me just say there are still some kinks to be worked out. And who knows if this will hold for two nights running, . . . → Read More: the day the bedtime routine changed Today was Jonah’s first “real” visit to the dentist. We took him once before, about a year ago. He sat in a kid size chair at a kid size table in the corner of the room and watched while I had my cleaning. He played with a geography puzzle. He was pretty good at it. . . . → Read More: pediatric dentist First there was the portrait of Scott. And then it was my turn: Note how well he captured my big eyes and warm smile. Those are slippers on my feet, according to the artist. A stunning likeness! I am honored.
. . . → Read More: portrait of the mother by a young artist Thomas has been usurped. Or sideswiped rather. By Lightning McQueen. No, he has NOT seen the movie. Yet. It all sort of started with a gift from a cousin, three years ago. An LMcQ stuffie that zips open for storing your pajamas and has a button you can push so that Owen Wilson (or his . . . → Read More: move over Thomas, there’s a new licensed character in town Back when Jonah attended that other preschool, the one we left behind, he came home with a painting in hand almost every day. At his new preschool, for the first several months, this was not the case. We worried. We took action. We bought an easel, paints, et. al. and a compelling multicolored plastic drawer . . . → Read More: portrait of the artist drawing a portrait Yesterday, we picked an orange off of our front yard tree on the way up the stairs into the house. We’ve rarely had any oranges off this tree since we’ve moved here for a variety of we’re-not-very-good-at-growing-stuff reasons. But it’s doing better this year. (Unless the recent cold snap does something terrible to what’s there.) . . . → Read More: it has a certain ap-peel You’d think after last night’s debacle, we’d do something smart, like putting the crib bars back on until the foam under-sheet barrier we ordered online arrives (yes I paid extra for “2nd-day air”). But that would presume that I have control of this situation. Try telling this kid that his big boy bed has to . . . → Read More: big boy bed: night 2 So, the benefit of having a child who is “adaptable” and “distractible” (according to at least one expert, and to a book I’d read with a questionnaire) is that one can pretty much just stop talking about charts and prizes and poof. All gone. He’s still into stickers. There aren’t any more “tries” without “dos” . . . → Read More: sticker-palooza |
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