You know that old style axiom, the one that states that once you've put your outfit together you should always assess the outfit in the mirror and select one accessory to remove?
Emilia's never heard...
Emilia asked me this morning why I am worried.
"I'm not worried, sweetie," I said.
"But you have a worried face."
"I'm okay, sweetie. Mommies sometimes just have lots to think about."
"You should stop thinking, Mommy. So...
More evidence that my (almost) four year-old is ten kerpillion times more bad-ass than I'll ever be:
I know. She puts you to shame, too, doesn't she?
(For the record, she can last about 35 seconds...
Some days, there are just no words for the depth and breadth of her awesome.
There are, however, words for what it feels like to be spiritually confused, and I have plenty of those: over...
I'm not sure what that black hole is towards the bottom of Emilia's self-portrait. I mean, I'm pretty sure that I didn't dress her in a fig leaf for her first day of Junior...
So I was feeling unwell - which is to say, really, really vomitously sick - this weekend, and at some point I wandered off to have a nap, leaving the husband and the girl...
Emilia, as I've noted here before, is a nudist. She is an enthusiastic and committed nudist, the sort of nudist who exhorts others to join her in her worship of nature. Don't you like...
I've been trying all week to craft a post about my sister and Tanner, about how they're struggling right now, about how they keep taking blows, about how they keep taking blows but never...
From Emilia's preschool progress report: We very much enjoy Emilia's storytelling, especially the stories she tells when she first gets to school in the mornings.---------"Guess what everybody, guess what!" She raced into the main...
This, for those of you following at home, is called phoning it in.
I am so exhausted from a weekend visiting in-laws - during which Emilia took up drumming and basketball and other activities more...