3 people I'm grateful for, part 1

Avi, the woman at the Starbucks where we go every Wednesday afternoon to do homework and get a snack. She knows Lil E by name, asks him how his school day was, and always has a smile and a compliment to go along with the mini scones and chocolate milk.

Mr. Raphael, Lil E's Tae Kwon Do teacher, who sets the bar and an example as high as his side kick. He seems to be the kind of man I'd like my boy to become one day.In the meantime, his black belt attitude is speaks loud and clear to my boy, on and off the mat.

Lil E's preschool teacher, Mrs. H. -- a gem. I knew she was brilliant and just the right teacher for him in the two years he was in her class. But now that he's soaring as a reader, money counter, writer, scientist, curious kid and social being in his kindy class, I am even more thankful for all the preparation and guidance she gave us both.

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Enough said: One giggly night before bedtime

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Elsewhere

...I am going on and on and on about:

Oprah's Ultimate Favorite Fantastico Superbly Phenomenal Last-Chance You'll-Never-Ever-Ever-Get-Your-Hands-On-This-Shit Things, highlighting the healthiest and the ones I'd totally rationalize as healthy whilst stuffing $80 truffles in my mouth and wrapped in a $600 cashmere throw.

Glee clothes. For the love of God and all things show choir, you heard me right. I'm talking sequined logo shirts here, people. It's not pretty.

Stocking up on medzzzzzzz.

The Twinkie Diet. You know, because I am a healthy living editor and cover all the important wellness happenings.

Whether your friends can make you obese, how many of us will be obese in ten years and also, obesity.

And then I rant a bit about Madonna, nasty sea gulls  and Botox (who knew bashing birds could bring about such a hateful response?).

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