People of my high school graduating class, particularly theater nerds like me and especially my friends, remember well the 1996 musical Rent.
Tag: Wee One
The Mystery of the Bangs
The Facebook post read, “By any chance, did anyone cut my daughter’s bangs?” And thus opens the one case I was never able to solve.
Weekend Coffee Share #54
If we were having coffee, I would tell you about Wee One – she is being adorably clingy right now. (Maybe ’cause I was gone for several days?)
Christmas Memories
Tonight’s memories are brought to you by Christmas Eve.
Weekend Coffee Share #50
If we were having coffee, we would talk about our plans for the upcoming week, because so much of the country is celebrating Thanksgiving this week. Although my thoughts on Thanksgiving as something to “celebrate” are evolving (more on that another time) it will be nice to gather with people.
One of my best good friends from Seattle who moved back to her home state of Minnesota about six months before we left is coming here to visit her husband’s family. Our girls are two months apart and I can’t wait to get them together. Also, and this is a surprise, my folks are coming! I am so excited about seeing them and them getting to see Wee One.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you about something really exciting that happened today: WO “read” Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? to me tonight. Obviously, she didn’t read every word, but she read more than she missed, and even got a few I didn’t realize she knew! It was beautiful!
Share Your World – Travels and Swings – A Love/Hate Thing
I haven’t done an official Share Your World in awhile, (not to be confused with the traditional sharing I do as a part of blogging) so let’s go!!
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Little Woman
About a week ago, I was at the open gym at the local community center with Wee One, and I heard one mom refer to her cherubic daughter as “little woman.” As in. “Come on, little woman, we’re going home.” I think that sounds cute! We call boy children “little man,” and this is just another kind of endearment.
