Yesterday afternoon I found a soggy diaper tossed on the stairs. It’s not unusual to see such a sight, since Evan strips and throws everything on the steps, whenever he can get away with it. I casually grabbed it to put it in the diaper pail and out rolled a, umm, whatever cute euphemism you […]
I’m too hot to wear my coat, too hot to wear my coat Not gonna wear my coat My coat makes me look too fat, makes me look too fat Not gonna wear my coat It won’t fit inside my locker, fit inside my locker Not gonna wear my coat All my friends wear another […]
wiped out It’s too cold to be outside, so we spent last night playing at a Chic-fil-a playground. A stranger walked up to me there and told me I look like Mary Pickford. Amy pouted the whole way home. First, because she doesn’t have an iPod. Then, because Doug hurt her feelings. She fell asleep […]
Katie is letting parents confess to the parts of parenting that they secretly wish they didn’t have to do. Although I agree with her on her first one and even add that maybe that’s why I always hated starting my babies on solid foods, something else is bugging me right now. As a teenager, I […]
Funny – Jumping in the air, landing on your backside, laughing out loud and repeating. Not funny – Being shoved by big sister, landing on your backside and howling until sister gets scolded.
“I want a blog of my own. I want to read everybody else’s blogs, too.” Tommy and Sarah have never shown the slightest interest in our blogs.
I just got these things aimed in the same direction and now you are messing them up again. Someone should invent a nipple protractor to help with “directionally impaired tips”. Maybe I should give this a medical name and collect money for “nipple hyper-elasticity”.
Kick, hit, pinch, throw, scream. The youngest of five is tough. Maybe he’s just mean. Snuggle, kiss and hug. Sweet smiles and contagious laughs. Must be bipolar. Will not wear diaper. Refuses to keep clothes on, but loves wearing shoes.
cowgirl I like “new to you” aka hand-me-down clothes. I like them for the adults or the children. A bag of toddler boy clothes just arrived in our house from the Indiana cousins. Amy latched on to these boots. These boots have been in our house before. Tommy’s reward for becoming potty trained was this […]
Noah, Amy and Evan spent the morning playing “zombie”. It looks a lot like “tag” except that catching someone means you get to eat their brains. “Mom! Noah’s eating my brains.”