Write the story God gives you.
…and here we are! Today, instead of amusing you with witticisms and my maternal hilarity, I’d like to make a quick tribute to my absolute BFF and favorite (only…) partner in this thing we call life. I won’t gush and
Mama Monkey is the single (?) mother of juvenile quintuplet simians, more commonly known to the literary world as “The Five Little Monkeys.” And who, according to my in-depth research and with the addition of common sense, can be described only as a hot mess. …
Since we have the letter-learnin’ down, the book had better be freakin’ entertaining for Mama, or it’s getting tossed into the “return to the library” pile quickly. …
I have a love-hate relationship with early-reader books. Here’s the love: George loves them. I don’t get it. It must be the artwork? Here’s the hate: The sentences are short, words simple, and stories mundane. In other words, they’re booooring.
I’m sure it’s difficult to believe, but my almost-3-year-old, George, loves to be silly. I think I call him “goober” and “silly goose” more often than his actual name. Give him a few fruit snacks or a sip of chocolate