Zane

Hey kids, it’s that time again. When I scour my memory to pull out the most memorable moments from the last 7 days. One would think this wouldn’t take much effort. Well . . . ouch. I think I’m gonna have a brain-pull trying to recall anything from the last week. Blurry. Very blurry. Sunday: The Oscars. Where there was much hullabaloo about The Artist and a number of other movies I didn’t see this year – except for Bridesmaids and The Help. Monday: Zane got to work with color during his art class today. As he worked with his teacher Miss Rachel, I took the time to get things done in my office. Where the lesson is usually 30 minutes. I glanced at the clock 1 hour later realizing they were still working. He loved his lesson. And I now...

Not sure if you will understand this, but if I could, I would write every day. As in, every day. But, life doesn’t afford me that luxury at the moment, so instead I keep a running list of ideas and tend to them as often as I can. And then, a brainstorm. The Week In Review. I mean, I know many bloggers do a weekly blog review. I’m not talking about that, although I’m sure I’ll have some links to share. There is just so much cool, annoying, wonderful, and worrisome stuff that happens in my world each day and honestly, I’d love to write about all of them. And can’t. So, enjoy this first installment of my Week In Review as I share a few stand-out snippets from the past 7 days. Sunday: I successfully run Harper’s first...

My latest at PittsburghMom.com. Not a piece I enjoyed writing. But. This is the world in which I live. Talk to your children. Today. Tomorrow. And if they say, “Mom, you’ve already talked to me about this.” Tell them, “I’m the Mom. Sit down. I’m talking to you about it again.” Be well.

New at Pittsburgh Mom “Zane is Reading! The Tabloids . . .” is now available for your reading pleasure. Who knew reading would be such an adventure? Please visit my page, Carpool Mom, over at Pittsburgh Mom and  join us in celebrating my son’s smarts. If you are offended by the word “boob”, don’t go there. I warned you.

Mo Willems‘ books are always entertaining. I first adored them through the sweet voice of my once 5 year old, Harper. And tonight . . . from Zane. Only, I wasn’t sitting next to him. “Mommy! It’s my first night!” “Your first night?” “Reading in my bed by myself before I go to sleep. It’s my FIRST NIGHT!” Thanks to Miss B, Zane’s first-grade teacher, and thanks to having a son who is wired to move and groove when there is a prize at stake – like going out for pizza with the lovely Miss B once he finishes 100 books – Zane has caught the reading bug and is continually trying to challenge himself. We are finding that Zane likes measured goals. In Cub Scouts he was all over the popcorn...

“Is it Saturday?” “Nope.” “Is there school today?” “Yep.” “NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I’m not getting up!” “Zane, I thought you loved school!” “I do! BUT NOT AROUND CHRISTMAS-TIME!” Normally, I don’t count down the days until Christmas. This year, I can tell you, that as of this posting, there are exactly, 18 looooooooong days until the DAY OF DAYS. Until that time, we will experience laughter, weeping, deep meaningful questions, gnashing of teeth, cheers, pure grief, good deeds, lots of back-chat, snuggles, and screaming. I’m certain a door will be slammed. It started on Sunday – the day we got our tree. The tree was spotted by the children within 2 minutes into our...