Little Dude remains awesome. Sure, the 4-year-old attitude and the penchant for playing “lemme see where this boundary is” can be old, but the kid has been inspiring quotables at a gusher rate– a rate I’ve only been able to note a few times with these:
The other day Little Dude was being sassy and said …
So, we’re sitting here in the hospital, epidural plugged in and Lady-Friend under the effects of its liquid magic. While she’s skipping through fields of posies and receiving butterfly kisses from the cute and cuddly creatures of the enchanted kingdom of Lala, I’ll lay out the day’s history.
We arrived at 8 am this morning, Pitocin …
So I finally discovered why moms like play dates so much. I’ve always been under the assumption and feeling that it’s more of a pain than gain. I’ve been super lucky: Joshua plays great by himself. Why bring more whining, bigger messes, fighting over toys, multiple kids crying, new talking back sentences, and …
I know I’ve already pontificated once today, but I couldn’t NOT post this.
If you read Where The Wild Things Are as a kid, you’ll understand why I say it’s a childhood touchstone – the kind that morphs into a generational pass-along. Whether it was the dark and charming Caldecott winning illustrations, the realization of childhood …
