February 2011
4 posts
Bathing with Darth Vader
Lately when I tell Roan he can’t do something or eat something (Watch too much TV, go to McDonalds) He’ll say very convincingly, “Well when I’m with Darth Vader we watch lots of TV. And did you know when you watch together— you learn together!?” or “Well, Darth and I go to McDonalds every day. It’s healthy. There are many McDonalds on the Death...
Everyone's a Winner in Love
Roan’s always been very cuddly, affectionate and verbally expressive of his love for me. He just learned sign language for “i love you” (not the hand sign, the pointing at himself, then hugging himself then pointing at me, except usually he mixes it up and points to me, then hugs himself and points to me again which could be his way of telling me I’m too self absorbed as...
My Aching Feet
I remember being able to walk really well in high heels when I was a teen & in my twenties. Like Carrie Bradshaw I could effortlessly jog jauntily down the street in heels.
(not for no reason, if say, I was catching a cab, running across the street or dancing at a wedding or something). A month ago I got these sort of platform heels that you see everywhere these days.
I think...
Starbucks in the Rain
Roan’s preschool is on the grounds of a pretty little park and aside from the playhouse & costume house, the craft shed and the two large toy/ activity/ storage sheds is 100% an all outside campus. I love that his school is outside because regardless of what the rest of his day holds, I know he will at least have spent at least three hours in the fresh air outside. Jumping,...
