Singing in the Green

Jam fell asleep in the car. It was really late in the day, and a nap at four just doesn't pass mustard. When we got home, I gently woke him up. He wasn't thrilled. He started crying "I don't want to sing!" I explained where we were and tried to orient him. He looked right at me and said "not green." So, I said: "buddy, you're tired aren't you?" He replied that he was. As I was carrying him in the house, I was just dying to know just what the kid was dreaming about. Dancing Leprauchans, maybe? Any ideas?

On my CD rotation:

I am in love with Yael Naim! Am I so behind the times?
My boys are going through a Broadway phase. Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat is a big hit round these parts. But only the one with Donny Osmond....

Cutting Trees and Running

I was running with Mudd in the jogger when he started making himself heard. He eyed a man cutting trees and boy, was he enthralled. I was itching to keep running but Mudd looked so intent that I felt bad budging. So, we sat there for a good ten minutes watching the branches fall to the ground and the man move up and down with the leaves.

It was just a mental check for me. Keep it simple.

It reminded me of a question Jam frequently asks me when I am running on the treadmill, or what he affectionately calls "treadmilling."

Jam: "Momma, where are you running to?"

Me: "Never really thought of that before, Bud."

Diamonds are Forever...

I was teaching a little four year old girl how to read. I pointed at one of the letters and the adorably precocious four year old noticed my diamond ring. She said: "My Mommy has the same ring as you. Well, not exactly. Her diamond is SO much bigger." Ouch.

Winter

3 boys, 3 ear infections, 3 colds...