May May, Go Away

Dear May,
You always seem like such a nice month on paper. So shiny, bright and full of promise. In reality you take my life, chew it up and spit it out! And to add insult to the double booked calendar injury... triple digit weather. Come on! Mild spring weather was what kept me coming to the table. Seriously, you're May, not August, we don't need the monsoons quite yet.

Soon you will be gone and we'll rock June hard. Next year, let's consider taking a chill pill May. One good start?...more Memorial Days.

Love you anyway,
Mama Lou

Guess what!

This is Keith. Guess what Keith can do?

Lay in his bed and scream for 30 minutes. This is a new personal record. The new time is attributed to the covering of the ears while screaming.


This is Keith. Guess what Keith can do?

Open the refrigerator. You might think this means he takes out the chocolate sauce to indulge every afternoon. You would be right but it also means he leaves things in the fridge. You know... plastic cups, toys, tools... just about anything that needs refrigerating.


This is Keith. Guess what Keith can do?

Climb into his crib. He never climbs out. But he has rendered threats of a nap useless. Usually he is on the brink of BIG trouble and he declares, "I NIGHT-NIGHT" Then it gets quiet, too quiet. At first, it is nice to be able to chop the broccoli without the show, then you go looking for him. Sure enough, he's in his crib, under his blanket, refusing to get up.

This is Keith. He is really something else.