A Song Eliza Wrote That’s Totally Harmless I Am Sure

September 3rd, 2019


Eliza is downstairs singing a song she just made up, which she insists Nana write down for her. It goes something like this:

111 is the color of my dreams.

222 is the number of my dreams.

333 is the color of my dreams.

444 is the number of my dreams.

555 is the color of my dreams.

666 is the number of my dreams….

Don’t take this the wrong way, but sometimes when I hear about a mentally ill mom who became convinced her kid was possessed by Satan, I’m like, well, I can soooooort of see where she got that. I’m not condoning it, but, let’s say, it’s not totally out of left field. 

My kid is not possessed by Satan. Mostly because Satan is not a real thing. I mean if it were, Eliza might go that route. 

I kid! She is sweet as pie. 

But, it is the end of summer. So the acting out behavior is pretty heightened. They go back to school next week, and this, our last full week of summer, was camp-free. My daughters are spending way too much time together. This results in some, erm, competitive behavior. It also results in a lot of frenetic 4-year-old energy that gets channeled into rowdy, rambunctious inside games and totally dangerous outside games.

This morning they slept in (and I mean, until 7:30), and woke up with their arms around each other. Now, I know they probably thought it was me or Jon — there were in our bed, and one of us is usually in the middle — but I couldn’t help but stare at them with pride for a minute or two. I also tried to take a picture, but just as I snapped it, Phoebe opened her eyes, resulting in a shot that makes it look like Eliza is strangling her:

What I’m eating:

Soooo many blueberries. 


What I’m reading:

Fleishman Is in Trouble: A Novel by Taffy Brodesser-Akner

What I’m listening to:

Right to be Forgotten on RadioLab which I must admit made me feel kinda like a Republican for a sec

What I’m Working On:


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