the bats are still in the freezer
How many extra redneck points for our children watching television while sitting on the van’s bench, in the living room?
How many extra redneck points for our children watching television while sitting on the van’s bench, in the living room?
Today, November 1st, is “Candy Intervention Day”. Sure, you checked your children’s sweets for needles and razor blades last night, but did you save them from the wrong candies? As soon as their over-sugared little feet have stepped out for school, pull the bags of loot down from the top of the fridge. Is that […]
I don’t think our species has evolved enough to research a link between infant/toddler nursing behaviors and future sexual behaviors, but I will go ahead and apologize to Evan’s future spouse. Dear Evan’s spouse, I’m sorry my son insists on pinching, biting and ‘searching for a radio station’. I have tried to discourage this behavior. […]
Sarah wants to go trick or treating unsupervised with her friends this year. I think back on when I went out unsupervised. An older brother driving (I just googled him and found out he died. That’s sad.), a realtor’s child getting us into an empty house, alcohol and lots of flirting with older boys. Then […]
Doug and I were both surprised by a recent Noah-ism. I was especially interested in the comments his readers made about what children should and shouldn’t say. When I was a child, it didn’t just matter what the word was, but also how the word was used. Anything said wrong could get me in big […]
“Don’t put that booger on your brother.”
Apparently, there’s no cell phone reception at Camp Pellissippi. I miss not being able to talk to my best friend. It’s nice to have alone time with Evan, but our conversations are somewhat limited by “duck, ball, ma, da and bite”. Eddie + Maggie + Animal + Nibbler = Evan Okay, I know that spells […]
The tooth going thru the lip when he hit the windowsill shows up really well here, as does the bruise on his head from walking into the table.
Yesterday, Evan did something that freaked me out. I told Doug about it and he copied the action. “All boys do that, Cathy.” His attempt to ease my concern by imitation failed. I recoiled in horror at his demonstration and made the eww face. Boys are wierd. And gross.
Fall break and it’s too rainy to be outside. Off to McKay’s we go for reading material.