Jafta on Drums
Jafta shows off his drumming skills, while India tries to eat a shaker. This is to Ozomatli's "Como Ves". Jafta thinks the lyrics are "I'm a Mess". Who am I to correct him? . . .
And the Pupil Shall Become the Teacher
A few days ago, I picked Jafta up from preschool with the music blaring, seizing the opportunity to listen to my own CD's before "DJ Jafta" got in the car. When he was all buckled in, he informed me, "I don't like the White Stripes. We need some worship music in here". Jafta can be really pokey and distracted while getting dressed. Sometimes I set the timer to give him an incentive to hurry. Yesterday, the kids were dressed and ready for playgroup and I was still drying my hair. Jafta . . .
The Mystery of the Murky Bath (or, Houston, We Have a Floater)
I have tried, people. I have tried to refrain from this topic. But I cannot stop myself. After playgroup today, I was giving Jafta and India their usual pre-nap bath. All of the sudden, right before my very eyes, the bathtub gets cloudy. And brown. After a second, I realize that someone has pooped in the bathtub. Someone has taken a serious. poop. in the bathtub. I whisk the kids into my shower to clean them off, and immediately start the inquisition. However, the perpetrator remains at large. . . .
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
I might have mentioned that we are still afflicted with a "touch of the Haiti", manifesting as some gastro-intestinal issues. I remain commited to not talking about poop on my blog (as I have done here, here, here, and here.) So, I will leave it to you to decipher what I am supposed to do with this little goodie bag I got from Urgent Care today, that I get to return to them tomorrow. Hint: those are not pill bottles. . . .
Bring Back That Lovin’ Feeling
I have a secret to tell you. Are you ready? I'm going to whisper it so no one else hears. I'm a little embarrased about it, so I'm saying it really quietly. You ready? Okay, here goes: Some days I don't really like my kids. It feels awful and evil to say that, but it's true. Kids can sometimes behave in ways that are, frankly, kind of hard to love. And yet, we continue to love them, because that's what a parent does. The unconditional love from a parent to a child is able to . . .
For The Record
AN OPEN LETTER TO JAFTA HOWERTON My dearest son, I need to clear something up. When you are older and we look back on pictures from this time in our lives, I don't want you wondering why there are 100 pictures of India for every 1 picture of you. If that is the case, it is not because I love your sister more. It is because this is what happens when I try to take your picture: Just for the record. Love, Mom . . .
On Being the Shrink
I don't talk about my job very much. As a therapist, I have to keep everything that happens in session confidential. When most people have a bad day at the office, they can vent about it to their spouse or friends. When I have a bad day at work, I have to keep it to myself. Today I had a poignant conversation with another therapist about some stuff that I obviously can't discuss. But the gist of it is, sometimes it can be really discouraging to see how damaging parents can be to their children. . . .
No Greater Joy
There is nothing greater as a parent than seeing your kids love on each other. I love how Jafta loves India . . . . . .
Fun with Wig Caps
We used to use a wig cap to hold Jafta's dreads in place. Now that we don't need them any more, the kids found a new thing to play with. . . .
NWA Day
I just saw this on my friend Kendra's blog, whose husband is a rapper (of the clean variety). It is hilarious and I had to share. I have totally done this in the car with my kids, when I've just gotta listen to some potty-mouthed music like Amy Winehouse.It also brings back some memories because I can remember singing this song at the top of my lungs in high school. But that is a story for another time . . . . . .
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