Nesting
Every night before I sing the Bub Dream A Little Dream and he nods off to sleep, he spends a few minutes building an elaborate nest of blankets, stuffed animals and pillows. Inside this sanctuary he is warm and cozy. Hunkered down for the night like the little bird he thinks he is. I turned a Christmas album on for the first time the other day, and the Bub's ears were rewarded with Eartha Kitt singing Santa Baby, the Bub's favorite holiday tune from the time he was a old enough to care. Something about the purr in her voice.BUB: You know when I love to hear this song Momma?ME: When?BUB: When we're sitting by the tree and there's

I just love him

he is magic
My child is AWESOME. Now, I said I wasn't going to talk so specifically about the Bub anymore, but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to talk about parental issues and how he relates to them, that said... Seriously. I don't know about you other mothers out there, but there is a point in the four-year-ol

Next in Line
First the Bub had the swine flu. Then I got a stomach virus. Now he has strep throat. Will we ever get well around here? With so much time lying in bed watching movies, listening to audio books, thinking about life, love, school and what not, I've made a few decisions about this blog. First off, I accepted an o

Kindergarten or Bust
At our parent/teacher conference today... as suspected... the Bub's teachers let it be known that they wanted us to keep him in preschool another year, so that he can reach his full leadership potential in years to come. To which the Hub and I retorted with our whole spiel on the socioeconomic and moral problems we h