I moved back home recently. What does home mean, really? In my four decades of life, I've lived many of my formative early teen and young adult years, as well as a hefty chunk of adult life away from the place I was born. I had Butterball in a whole other country. Up until now, … Continue reading am I home, truly?
Me (overwhelmed with love for Butterball who is flush with fever but a complete trooper): You are my sweet little baby, you know that? Butterball (gasps and laughs): I'm not a baby! Me: Silly me. I meant sweet little girl. Butterball (shaking her head at her silly Mommy): But I'm not little. Me: You know … Continue reading conversations with a 3-year-old #337
Butterball: Daddy, do you remember the day that you spilled all the sauce? Mumbles (with a chuckle): Yes, honey. I remember it like it was yesterday. (It was yesterday.)
Butterball: Hey! What are my slippers doing here? (In the backyard as opposed to the front door.) After a beat. Oh! My feet moved them.
For me, this breathtaking clip of a gelada monkey mother and her baby after birth says it all. If we want to fix this broken world and teach children to do the same, we can well start by showing them that the things that matter in life deserve the investment of our time and attention. … Continue reading parental leave for the win
What would become of you If my stay is brief Would you remember me If I left you behind What would become of you If I lose my breath Would you care about me If I left you behind If the world turns cold Civilization lost What would become of you If I … Continue reading if i left you behind
Mumbles: What does daddy look like when he's angry? Butterball: A robot. Mumbles: And what does mommy look like when she's angry? Butterball: A screaming robot. #diedlaughing #truthisout