When I was in middle school, I went to a school dance. It was your typical dance – some snacks, construction paper decorations, dim lighting, but this dance was special because a certain boy who would be there.
It’s May – and maybe it’s the spring cleaning bug but I’ve been dreaming of cleansing my playlists. Suddenly, the music I’ve been listening to all winter just feels too, well, wintery and I want some music for spring.
My daughter wasn’t much of a sleeper during her first year. She slept little patches during the day, slightly longer ones at night, mostly attached to me like a hood ornament in the Bjorn. And she slept when we played Jack Johnson in the afternoon, his On and On CD.