Analytical Reasoning of 3 year olds. 

McKinley asks, “Where does Meme live?”  “Reynoldburg,” I say.  “Where is Reynoldsburg?” “In Columbus.” “Where is Columbus?” “Ohio.” “Where is Ohio?” “In the United States.” “Where is the United States?” “The world.” “Where is the world?” “Outter space.” “So that means I’m in Outter space!  I can’t handle myself in outer space.” ~g

Okay, so the apple doesn’t fall far. 

“Hiiiiii Momm! Guess what? I bothered all my friends today during rest time!” McKinley excitedly pronounces this to the world first thing when she sees me in the car pick up line.  Her boisterous attitude reminds me of someone else I know. Hmmm.  Yup, I remember the good ol’ days.  I remember vividly laying on…

One thing at a time.  

It’s days like yesterday when I miss dad the most.  The long grey-color-pallet days of winter and the feeling of 1,000 things gone wrong. Just wrong. All my mistakes and shortcomings and the mistakes and shortcomings of others. I just need to talk to him. “Dad, I’m having a hard time,” but that’s not actually…

A Coloring Book Adventure

My efforts to distract yet another tantrum led to the making of a coloring book. Backstory My toddler begs to watch Peppa Pig. So much that one time I made the mistake of making it a reward for taking a nap. And now, sleep = Peppa. Television was actually something I did not tolerate for…