Are You My Mother?

My children love to read.

My kids will read for hours.  Upon hours. We have even reached the point where 4 year old Whirlwind will read to 18 month Baby Bot. It’s heavenly. And by far my most favourite thing to watch.

I love to read to them. I just hate reading the same book over and over and over.

I do everything I can to convince them to not make me read, Pajama Time  or Green Eggs and Ham or Dr. Seuss’s ABC: An Amazing Alphabet Book!

Please put pins in my eyes.




Make it stop.

And, I cannot believe I am saying this, but I am starting to get tired of “Arthur.”

I fucking love “Arthur”.

Mostly, I love his house.  I know its a cartoon. But, I love their furniture.  Whoever decorates for Arthur’s family is a genius. My favourite is his bedroom.

I’m a little bit sick, I know.  Remember, I am also attracted to Calliou’s Dad.

Any ways….

I have memorized every book we own.  So, I am a bit embarrassed to say its taken me this long to realize, that one of our family favourites is very wrong.

Why can’t the dog, the cow or the snort be the Baby Birds Mother?
Why does the bird have to be the birds Mother?
As I tell Whirlwind, “All families are different.”
I think a more appropriate title would be, “Are You My Biological Mother?”
So, go and fix that P.D. Eastman and Dr. Seuss. 
P.s   Something super duper exciting has happened.  I was named an Inspiring Woman at Mildred & Doris!  Never have kinder words been said about me. Well, okay, Zed and I wrote our wedding vows and what he said to me was pretty damn spectacular. So this is a close second. I am also fantastically good looking and there is a picture of me. So hurry up and take a look.