We all know what our standards were pre-kids and what we were and were not going to allow. (As a personal example, kids were verboten from our bed. Well ... as I type, Betty is asleep in the bed located in the master bedroom, so obviously that worked out just as well as my other pre-conceived notions of parenthood.)
Jess has a great post ("listening for the angels") about her lovely bedtime ritual with her daughter.
Speaking of beds, the Queen Elizabeth Fairmont Hotel in Montreal is celebrating the 40th anniversary of John and Yoko's bed-in. The Dean and I have been discussing possible ideas for an anniversary trip of our own, and there is definitely something amusing about the thought of staying overnight in the infamous bed-in suite. (I highly doubt it will happen unless we win the lottery.)
Our friend Mike has a great post on his blog about one of his kids' initials and how they're connected to the AIG financial crisis. Proving again that our best parenting intentions usually wind up coming back to bite us.
Eggheadmom has a funny post (well, maybe it wasn't so funny at the time, but the resulting post is) about one such moment. Hope you take some solace in the fact that the millions of moms (I mean, the count-'em-on-one-and-a-half-hands number of moms) who read this blog faithfully are nodding their heads with you in been-there-done-that type of solidarity.
A great post from Kristen of We Are THAT Family (don't you just love that title?) on when bloggers stop blogging.
I love stories like this one about 12 year old Neha Gupta about kids and philanthropy.
Life Begins at 40, writes litlove on her blog Tales from the Reading Room, and I quite agree.
And then there's this group of Ohio women who are examples of life beginning at 90. Each one of these women is in her 90s and each one is studying for her bat mitzvah. (Wouldn't you just love to be invited to one of their parties?)
It is unconscionable that members of that crazy-ass church in Kansas (you know, the one that protests at military funerals) intends to protest at Natasha Richardson's funeral. Now, I am guessing that these nutjobs didn't even know who Natasha Richardson was before this week. No matter. They've apparently determined that her service as a board member of AmFAR (American Foundation for AIDS Research), as well as her involvement in the theater itself (there are homosexuals in the theater world, you know, say the church members) are grounds enough for them to make the trip from Kansas to protest the funeral.
Speaking of theater, let's end on a happy note, shall we? I'm on the e-news mailing list for a local theater, which just emailed me this promotion for an upcoming show:Loved MAMMA MIA? You'll love the sing-along fun of XANADU! Follow the journey of a magical and beautiful Greek muse who descends from the heavens of Mt. Olympus to Venice Beach, California. Kira is on a quest to inspire struggling artist Sonny to achieve the greatest creation of all time - the first ROLLER DISCO. Hey, it's 1980! This hilarious, roller-skating musical adventure about following your dreams despite the limitations others set for you, rolls along to the original hit score composed by pop-rock legends Jeff Lynne and John Farrar and includes, "Magic," "All Over the World," "Suddenly," "I'm Alive," "Evil Woman," "Have You Never Been Mellow" and "Xanadu."
There might be a few more tidbits later on, as I am still catching up with some blogs ... but for now, enjoy your Sunday and the rest of your week!