Thanksgiving List

Turkey...check.
Canned cranberry sauce...check.
Sweet potatoes and marshmallows...check.
Stuffing stuff...check.

What else do you need, really?

Oh, wine! Duh! Check. Um, I mean, er, I'll get some more.

Blogger's Block

O.K., so I just figured out why I can't seem to blog anymore.

We turned our office/music/guest room into an office/music/playroom. The blocks and trains have taken over. Is this really worth a neater house? I look over my shoulder as I type and am weary that Coconut the Bear is plotting a secret vendetta. Dora and June have been stuffed in a clear box and seem very unhappy as contortionists. My former feng shui teacher would be mortified...maybe she could send her tree-living gnomes to help clean up.

I need a space that is all mine. Whaa haa haaaa, all mine!!

I don't know whether to read that last bit as Cruella Deville or Wanda Sykes.

Mommy's Heart

Yesterday Dylan and I were snuggling on the couch when he put two arms around me and hugged me tight. He stayed there for a good while and then said, "I just can't let you go, Mommy."