I guess I’m a hippie

Summer is the time for bare feet in the grass and sun on your skin. It is a time for children to laugh and play. It is not a time for people who think the human body is an embarrassing thing that must always be covered and body parts should have cutesy nicknames instead of […]

I love summer vacation

I love that the mornings start late and I can still listen to the birds singing while the teenagers sleep the daytime slumber of vampires. I love the suspension of time as we live without the suffocating schedule of school, homework and bedtimes. I love listening to all of the children playing (and bickering) together […]

family updates

Sarah (who ended the year with straight A’s for the 6 weeks and overall averages, btw) is gone for a week off from younger siblings. She is at Lee but there aren’t any pictures posted yet. Noah is lost in Guitar Hero Land. Tommy stayed up all night playing WoW and is now hibernating. After […]

Sarah’s dance play-by-play

Right now, Sarah is at the eighth grade dance at Calhouns on the River. I hope no bodies float past the pier tonight. Sarah wore a dress that is shorter than she has worn in the past. It highlights her new curves* without showing anything. She wore cute sandals and a teeny bit of eye […]

8th grade dance

The next 24 hours will be dedicated to the 8th grade dance. We are deeply embroiled in discussions on wardrobe, hair, makeup and nails. Age appropriateness discussions are annoying Sarah and frustrating me. Limousines, formals, dates and restaurants have become an issue. Your two cents?

clone me please

This is one of those weeks that people without children just can’t comprehend. We have multiple events at four different schools every day and night this week. Monday’s marathon starts with the morning school bus shuffle and there is not an unscheduled moment until 9 p.m. Tuesday is only slightly less packed. I just need […]

sticks and stones may break my appliances

If Noah comes home with a large stick every time he leaves the house, how long before a neighbor complains about their dead tree? If the number of pockets increases the likelihood of hidden rocks, how many rocks will it take to hopelessly clog the washing machine AND how much noise can the dryer right […]

parenting styles ponderings

I wouldn’t hire an employee over the age of 18 with a helicopter parent. Would you? That is one of the reasons I am having such a hard time with Tommy getting a job for the summer. If he is mature enough to have a job, he has to be mature enough to handle it […]

You can call me Ray or you can call me Jay

While stranded at the mountain stream because the keys were locked inside the van, my mother started an informal experiment. She called Evan repeatedly with different offers and different names. The end result was pretty clear. The poor child does not know his name. Even the offer of a cookie won’t get anyone named “Evan” […]