I rode my bike to the chiropractor this morning wearing my husband's helmet because I haven't had time to buy my own. The sun was shining and the air was cool. I choose my favourite side street and felt freedom as I peddled down the quiet street. The buds are bursting bright green in the… Continue reading Biker Grrl.
I went to Target with Tallula recently. We always browse the toys to see what's new and get ideas for Christmas etc. Tallula always wants to find something for Sebastian and she is usually pulled to the Spiderman and the Ninja Turtles' toys. Shopping for Sebastian is difficult. Every birthday and every Christmas we really… Continue reading Gifts for Seb. And kiddos like him.
Yesterday was a big day. For Sebastian. For me. My stomach was in knots as I drove to Sebastian's school for a lunch time Parent Council meeting that I'd be leaving early to pick up Sebastian. He was invited to perform the VMI (virtual music instrument - drums) with his music therapy teacher and another… Continue reading No Autographs Please
Sebastian and I, we have many songs. Since you were a baby, I've sung you songs - in my not so smooth singing voice. To take a bath we sang 'Itsty Bitsy Spider' before, during, and after. It puzzles us that you ever hated the bath in those early days after your birth. Maybe it… Continue reading Five Minute Friday: Song
Dear Sebastian, Today you are five! You are such a big boy. I am so proud of you and how far you have come. The celebrations started on Saturday and didn't end until bedtime today. Each day full of sunshine. Life is good. This year you became a big brother! I think Lula agrees that… Continue reading Five.
16 years ago. Today. The day that someone close to you dies is a day you will never forget. You will remember the song that played on the radio as you raced the back roads from South Lyon to U of M. Primitive Radio Gods, Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My… Continue reading Remembering July 2nd
When Sebastian was a baby in Egypt I sang tirelessly to him while bouncing on the birthing/therapy ball in hopes to calm him and help get his air bubbles out so he could nap. We listened to an Elisabeth Mitchell CD sent to us by a very good friend. The song I sang the most… Continue reading Little Bird