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The Apple Tree & The Honey Bee

Disclaimer: I received a copy of the album to review. No other compensation was given. All opinions are my own.

We have a habit, Wonder Boy and I, of rolling down the window when we hit the alleyway that runs besides the playground at his playschool.

He leans out as far as his car seat will let him and waves, calling each of his friends by name.

I turn the music up just a little bit louder.

Because we party like that at 8:45 on a Wednesday morning.

We had a long run of “Let It Go’ every trip, but now we’re back to our normal schedule of rockin’ kids music to get a good mood goin’.

The latest album we’ve been enjoying is the Bari Koral Family Rock Band’s “The Apple Tree & The Honey Bee” ( which coincidentally is out today!)


One of Wonder Boy’s favorite songs is “When I’m Five” because he has been saying that since he was four, since so many neighborhood kids are just a little older than him and already in kindergarten. He wants to grow up and get “driver’s licenses” (school ID’s) just like them. And he loves the dododooooo’s.



He also loves the “Big Truck” song. He loves to check out the big rigs that we drive by on the freeway, and we usually try to guess what they’re carrying- he loves to say “soda!”.

I love the yoga poses tie-in for the album. Click over to the band’s web site and see yoga poses that tie in with the song  “Dancing Bear” and buy the music and yoga activity book from the band.


The Bari Koral Family Rock Band’s fourth album The Apple Tree & The Honey Bee is available along with more of their music at Amazon, iTunes, CD Baby and the band’s online store. Look for them playing near you soon!

Hook up with the band on Facebook and watch videos (including yoga) on their Youtube channel.


The donut shop

I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I went to that donut shop.
The last time, I waddled into it pulling up my yoga pants still in that post- yoga calm.
You had many of those chocolate bar donuts before you were born, Wonder Boy.
Each week after my pregnancy yoga class I would come to grab breakfast for Mr. Wonder and his coworker, grabbing a sausage croissant sandwich or breakfast burrito.
All those months and years ago, I had routines set in my time waiting for you.
I often grabbed a chocolate bar, sometimes a cinnamon roll, savoring the empty delicious calories.
The smell from the sausage always made me a little nauseous, so I would drive the next few blocks with a window open.
That’s what you do for love.

Today you did your first trip to get daddy that special breakfast and got to pick out your donut for the first time.
Except you were too busy falling off a chair and bumping your head so I picked out a sprinkled one.
You picked off the sprinkles first, hesitant.


Then you dug in, enthralled by the workers coming in for a morning snack- business suits next to dirty jeans, all answering your call of “Hey man!” with pleasant greetings and warm smiles.


I’ve learned you’re the kind of kid that dives into the frosting first- cupcakes, donuts, cookies.
What doesn’t end up on your face and fingers is first to go in, and cake is just a means of delivery.
But licking frosting off your fingers is like dessert.

Sorry, son. I think I created your sweet tooth through my own addiction.