I spent 16 years in the television business. I worked, by turns, as a writer, director, producer, casting associate, and the gal who gets everybody’s Starbucks order. Later, I spent time as a counselor at an outpatient program for adorable teens with un-adorable psych and addiction issues. Working in the orbit of actors, rock stars, comedians, and teenagers prepared me for my current gig as the stay-at-home mother of a kindergartner named Bob. Now, it’s like the circus has come to town everyday. I am living the dream.
Zach calls my chest my "tummies." Oh well. . . .at least he knows they're private.. . . .
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to break my one year old son of the habit of sticking his hand down people's shirts, namely, mine.
ReplyDeleteGlad we got that all cleared up.
ReplyDeleteOwen is appalled whenever he sees my "chest". It doesn't fit into his idea of reality. I understand.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure he's convinced.
ReplyDeleteI love Bob.
:)
ReplyDeleteI love that you're doing this.
ReplyDeleteYOu're such a good mother.
Honestly, I dread this part of having kids. LOL
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