Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Monday Morning

You think it's been a productive day. You went to work. You volunteered at the elementary school. You picked up the kids and let them unwind on the playground. The laundry is done. The dinner prepped, cooked, eaten, and cleaned up. The pumpkin bread is made. The lunches are made. The library books are collected. The teacher notes for the next day are done. 
But what it really comes down to is this. The most productive part of the day was the 30 seconds when you thought to look behind the blue dresser and found the favorite stuffed tiger that's been missing for five days.
Yes!

song: Monday Morning • artist: Fleetwood Mac

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Can't Get it Out of My Head

With all due respect to my sons' preschool teacher, whom I adored, I do rue the day when she so super effectively taught the boys that they needed to sing the alphabet song (twice!) during teeth brushing and hand washing and didn't tell them that the could sing it to themselves - inside their own heads - rather than enlisting their hapless parent in the activity.

song: Can't Get it Out of My Head • ELO

Monday, February 17, 2014

Would I Lie to You?

The twins were super excited that we were going to see the LEGO Movie tonight since their classmate Rose told them it was "the awesomest movie ever."
Of course Rose also told them that maybe there is no Santa and that her mom brings her all her presents - so really, who can believe anything she says?

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Poetry Man

C gave his dad the following poem for Valentine's Day:
Roses are red
You can clip them with shears
We hope you never
Run out of cold beers

He's a poet after my own heart.

I especially like the detail about the beer being "cold."
Nice touch.

On a similar topic, here's what Margaret Atwood really said about snow (and it's got nothing to do with love).
The Eskimo has 52 names for snow. All of them are expletives.

song: Poetry Man • artist: Phoebe Snow

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

snow covered (an acrostic)

School
Never
Opens
Why?

snow covered (a haiku)

snow blankets the trees
falls like rocks on my car roof
nature's irony