1! 1! 1!

1!  1!  1!

Yup, this blue-eyed-bandit has breathed fresh air for 365 days.

Strange to think that a year ago today I hardly knew him.

I remember laying in the hospital bed, 

in love with a little swirl of fuzz on his forehead.

I traced it again and again with my finger.

I searched for it today to find it gone, 

hidden behind a thatch of blonde, big boy locks.

Because time marches on.

Oh my Schmoopie, get that piece of coal out of your mouth!  

[Here in coal country, we utilize the local heat source.  

And although we swifter and sweep, 

Ezra seems to always find a piece on which to teeth.

Blech, I know.  But perhaps it's the source of his iron-rich blood!]   

She Didn't Remember a Thing Except ...

We finally visited our elderly Godmother who has dementia.
She asked my name every other minute.
She couldn't recall relatives when I showed her pictures.

But she remembered my oldest son, her Godchild with a zesty,

"That's Haven!"

And, oh, that was awesome.

"A Chicken With a Flaming Toot"

This birthday boy turns 6 tomorrow.

He shoved this Lego / Silly Putty creation in my face before I had my first sip of coffee.

"A Chicken With a Flaming Toot!"

Further commentary would only detract from its brilliance.

Elsie Rita: 100 Year's Old & Holding Down Two Jobs!

My husband met this amazing woman today.

She offered him a mint.

Elsie Rita was 3 months old when the above newspaper was printed in 1914.  It announced the start of the first World War.

The same woman is working at the high school cafeteria down the road!  She's probably serving a heaping plate of shepherd's pie right now!

"I can't sit still," she said.

And she shouldn't.

Today, she's my inspiration!

*I would have preferred to share a photo of her, but I couldn't find one.  So watch the above video & enjoy!

Goodnight Moon

Standing in a checkout aisle tonight, I learned that Margaret Wise Brown, author of Goodnight Moon and so many other amazing children's stories died at the young age of 42 from a ruptured appendix.

So sad.

Good night nobody, goodnight mush.

Creation, Evolution, Peanut Butter and Jam

We were at the Natural History Museum when my husband asked, "Who first came up with the term 'The Big Bang'?"

Haven replied, " The Catholic Priest, Geroges Lemaitre."

I guess I've been too busy changing diapers.  I guess my kid's flipping brilliant.

I had some reading to catch up on.  Perhaps, you do too.

Join me.