As a writer/mother, I always point out author bylines and photos when I read books to the chickens. A few days back while unloading groceries, Chicken Little pulled this box from the pile. “Look, Mom,” she said, all wide-eyed, pointing to Pa and Nell. “These are the people who wrote the popcorn!” I get so…
So, I’m trolling through the grocery store. The chickens trail behind me. They bleat. “Mommy can we have this? Can we have that? Momm-meey?” They grab boxes of Pokemon macaroni and cheese and bottles of bubble bath shaped like Cinderella off the shelves. They bonk into other shoppers like poorly-shot pool balls. It’s been a…
Captain Daddy, on the plane over as Chicken Little climbs him like King Kong on the Empire State Building, roaring and kicking: “Kill me now.” — Captain Daddy, night one, 2 a.m.: “Are you going to take her to the ER or am I?” — R (age 6) to Chicken Noodle (age 4), day two:…
Today is the one-year anniversary of this blog! Bust out the champagne! Oh. It’s 6 am. Well. Coffee will do. Slip a little something in it, if you must. Here’s a Blooming Year One redux. First post: Popcorn Blog Inspiration: Late Bloomers Hero’s Challenge, Act I: Consult Foreshadowing: Free the French Fries Plot Twist:…
This is picked up I sleep under fine art The very latest in home decorating We did this, yep. A couple of weeks ago we went to a friend of Noodle’s on a play date. It turned out to be the kind of house that makes…