Category: children

I bought bugs.

My first garden attempt was destroyed by the tornado last month. The plants were crushed, ripped and in some cases, vanished without a trace. The pots that held them were completely shattered. As gardens go, it was an utter failure. I started over with garden attempt number two. This time, I scavenged old flowerpots and […]

Found: one egg

Six days after Easter and two days after the storms, I found an Easter egg in the yard. It wasn’t one of the four boiled eggs that were not found. Wild animals probably found those. Wild animals is not a euphemism for my children either. No, I found a small yellow plastic egg with candy […]

Girls v Boys – Valentine’s Day

8-year-old Amy carefully wrote the name of each classmate on a valentine. Some of the i’s were dotted with hearts. She signed her name to each one with extraneous swirls on her y’s. The list of names was doubled checked and the cards were tucked gently in a ziploc bag until Monday. 5-year-old Evan grumbled […]

Mirror maze technique

Tommy: Keep one arm outstretched and a hand touching the mirror until you reach the end of the maze. Sarah: Vanish in the maze with the boyfriend for as long as possible before parents find you. Noah: Walk sloooowly and cautiously. Amy: Count the number of reflections to figure out what’s a mirror and what’s […]

Indoor flight

The grandparents gifted Noah with a tiny remote control helicopter. It’s too cute to take seriously, so I didn’t object when the living room became an airport. The new pilot seemed to need a lot of practice. Apparently, teeny helicopters have extremely sensitive controls. One second, the helicopter was quietly weaving it’s way across the […]

Who needs alarm clocks

Best ways to wake up: Amy insisting that I feel her socks. “They’re so fluffy!” Evan singing a Turkey song. “Gobble, gobble, gobble.” The smell of bacon cooking in the kitchen.” Worst ways to wake up: “I think I swallowed my loose tooth.” “Noah’s having a nosebleed.” The smell of urine. Best snooze button: A […]

getting from point a to point b

Let’s be completely honest. We drive to get anywhere. Sure, the teens might walk for ice cream once in a blue moon and the children roam the cove heavily, but anytime we need to go somewhere or do something, there is a car involved. Once we parked the car in the airport garage, the rules […]

You say treasure. I say trash.

“Evan? Where did you get that purple rubber glove?” “I found it.” “Where did you find it?” “In Ms. B’s yard.” “The yard where the paramedics were? Please throw that in the trash.” “Noooo. It’s my superhero glove.” “I will get you a new glove. That one has to be thrown in the trash.” “… […]