You don't have to say it twice.

Once will work. Like, "x with vanilla bean custard and orange chocolate sauce." Or maybe custard with a raspberry sauce. Or maybe with ice cream and chocolate, but that's not really my favorite. Now, when my brother saw Food&Wine say this, well, he truly didn't have to say it twice to me. Let's just say it out loud...."Hazelnut profiteroles with blue cheese and grapes." There will be a lot to be thankful for.

Time in a bottle.

Time's up. Time to get going. Do you have the time? It's about time. Time! Time to make a change. Time flies. The best time of day. You have to make the time. I just don't have the time. I wish I had time. We need time to talk. Time to go! Is it time yet? How much more time? When will it be time? The time is now. Take your time. Wish I had the time. What time is it? Time for bed.

Time traveler.

It's time. For traveling. The pace of travel lately has been, well, fabulous. I love my children and I am quite a homebody that loves being in my house. And it always feels good to come home. But Seattle...rocked. Memphis...big value. Chicago coming up...out of this world. Three cities in six weeks. It just confirms one of my life priorities. I'm so happy to have made the time. T squared, baby.

Time flies.

Me: "I can't believe it's the Fourth of July!"
R: "Mom, it's the third of July."
Sigh.
Me: "I mean the Fourth of July time of year."
R: "Yeah, time goes by so fast. It's like we're in a car driving 100 miles an hour."

Nuh-uh!

"Aqua is more blue than green."
"No it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"Nuh-uh! Aqua is more GREEN than blue!"
"You're lying! Aqua is WAY MORE BLUE than green!!!!!!"
"Is not!!!!"
"Is so!!!!!!!!!"

Does anybody else have this problem at the breakfast table? I mean, really.

They're over there with their spoons.

Maybe it's because my second-grader has mastered the three uses and correct spellings of these words, but WAKE UP PEOPLE! I can't tell you how many times in the past week I've come across misspelled words. A friend the other day was blogging "out past the rivers and desserts." Now I'm all for a serious taste of chocolate post-meal, but when you have "America the Beautiful" in mind just take a second. (Sorry, SH!) But even a search on a well-respected source for stock imagery turned up this image of pastries among the sand and camels.

So, starting tomorrow, every blog I read without typographical errors is eligible to stop by my office and pick a prize out of the prize bucket. Hey, it works for the little people.

And I just sat there.

Last night (I know, they have evening hours now) I took my t-minus-8-days 8-year-old (?) (that's right!) to the pediatrician's office. He had accidentally jabbed a pencil in to the palm of his hand. Oh, wait, excuse me, the pencil somehow just flipped around and on its own simply propelled itself straight into his hand through the skin. (You know this age, right?) ("I didn't do it, Mom!)

Hands being the germy places they are, this was starting to look infected. Now of course they had to see him, gosh forbid we over-prescribe antibiotics. (I know, I do actually believe that, but my vast pediatric experience completely qualifies me as a professional and, hello, it's infected.) So we're there. Waiting. And waiting. R pulls his usual hiding routine. "I'm going to hide in this corner (behind the table) and just tell the doctor that I went to Florida." "No, wait, tell her I went to Australia." Now we're talking, I may consider crawling down there if that's where we're going.

So far this is the typical office visit. Until Dr. T. comes in (of course not our usual pediatrician, she's smart enough to be at home already). In a fairly quick and completely concise series of questions and answers my son has just completed the office visit on his own. Took care of it all. And I just sat there.

Beautiful.