A new kind of preschool

In round about the end of 2009,  our tidy little finances came smashing all apart. It didn’t take much, adjusting to less income, a minor catastrophe, unexpected large expenses, adjustments and other things that are part of life, still husband and I  looked at our decimated pocketbook. Post car purchase, post minor home mess, we…

Admit it

C’mon, admit it. If a little girl pressed her face into your cheek and said “Kiss? Happy! Happy! Happy! Thankyou Momma,” wouldn’t you play her stupid music like The Wiggles just to see her smile? I am listening to this stuff, and it is just really a basic cross between the Cab Calloway (which she…

Mambo mambo mambo…

Once upon a time, before I was in charge at the church nursery, before I got married and had a kid, and before I turned 30, I was a salsa dancer. I don’t miss it actually, but I do miss the music. Nothing can warm up a cold night like that cowbell behind all the…