Dear Evan, I know you are excited about Easter, but Mommy is much too out of shape to hop around the house like a bunny several times every day. You have four older siblings who can play “bunny” without becoming instantly breathless. I do not want to explain to paramedics that I broke myself tripping […]
“Amy! Go to the bathroom and use a tissue. Don’t stick your finger in your nose.” “That’s not fair! I didn’t know you were looking.”
Evan: “I want eat dis.” Dad: “Cherry tomatoes? Why don’t I make you a sandwich first?” Evan: “No sammich. Mayters.” Dad: “I was saving those for dinner. Wouldn’t you like some peanut butter & jelly?” Evan: “I want eat mayters!” Dad: “Alright. I’ll make you a salad with tomatoes.” Evan: “Noooo. Just mayters.” Dad: “I’ll […]
As I drove Noah to his middle school band concert, he talked about the songs he was going to be playing. No. That’s not an accurate description of our conversation. It would be more accurate to say that Noah spoke sheet music slang and I nodded my head while saying “mmhmm.” “So then, during the […]
Well, Evan does have total control of when and where he does it. He just won’t do it where it should be done. Instead, he runs out front and decorates a tree and dances back in the house bragging about his accomplishment. I give this routine about 24 hours before one of the neighbors asks […]
In a small house with a lot of people, it takes work to find the time to be alone. When most of the people in the house are children, it takes work, careful planning and elaborate attention to detail to have any adult only time. Tonight, the youngest two children were sleeping in their own […]
Bad Wednesdays: Drive to preschool. Drive home. Drive to high school. Drive home. Drive to middle school. Drive home. Good Wednesdays: LOST Great Wednesdays: Everyone is FINALLY back on the island!
Amy: “I’m done mopping the kitchen floor.” Me: “It looks wonderful. Thank you for being so helpful.” Amy: “I clean it better than you do Mommy.” Me: “You’re right and that’s why you get to clean the kitchen floor EVERY DAY.” Amy: “Hooray!” I think the hooray would last longer if Swiffer made a WetJet […]
. . . then they are masters of none, though often better than a master of one. My grandmother was a high school teacher from the 1950’s to the 1970’s. I wish she was still around to speak for herself, but she was gone several years before she actually left us. Although her favorite story […]
The plague is slowly working its’ way through our house. Sarah was the first to spike the fever that never ends and sleep like Rip Van Winkle. The only sign remaining that she was sick is her hacking cough and crotchety disposition. Now it’s Evan’s turn. His fever peaks in the wee hours of the […]