The house is quiet. I can hear little man in his crib beginning to babble himself awake. But he’s settling in to catch a few more zzz before it’s officially time to rise. I love this of the day. The rhythmic breathing of my husband beside me almost lulls me back to sleep. Then I remember.
It’s been a dreary many months. It’s been cold and wet and cloudy. I, for one, have been in need of some sunshine.
I have a date today. He’s a tall, handsome, older gentleman with envious silver hair. He would be described by those of his generation as a silver fox. He’s retired and treats me well. He buys me dinner every Sunday at his favorite restaurant.
It’s dark and dreary and way too comfortable in my extremely comfortable and ridiculously overpriced bed when the alarm wakes me from a dead-to-the-world kind of slumber. Continue reading
I think all parents hope their little ones are kind and polite. With that in mind, we have been teaching McK the magic words please and thank you. She does very well and even tosses in a you’re welcome every once in a while. Last week she said, I’m sorry to her shoes because she put them on the wrong feet. As a parent and a teacher, I couldn’t be prouder.