Crunchy Thoughts

The thoughts are crunchier here.

March 9, 2016
by Carrie
Comments Off on the devil’s spawn

the devil’s spawn

Earlier I see the kids messing around with some water that has been sitting out on the back deck for a while. Afraid they’re thinking about drinking the water, I pop outside to see what they’re up to. “There’s little … Continue reading

August 14, 2015
by Carrie
Comments Off on kitchen complaints, episode five

kitchen complaints, episode five

The kids are having lunch. Sam hollers from the kitchen, “Mommy, I need some more blood!” “I’m sorry, what?” Lydia pipes up. “We’re pretending we’re Godzillas and the milk is the blood. We would like some more blood.” “We would … Continue reading

March 13, 2015
by Carrie
Comments Off on sleep stories

sleep stories

Sam is beginning to realize he has dreams at night, so he’s usually looking forward to tell me about them in the morning. He hasn’t picked up on the word ‘dream,’ though; he calls them Sleep Stories. Man, he can … Continue reading

February 26, 2015
by Carrie
1 Comment

winter wonderpoop

Over the past week the weather has been taking us through the emotional wringer with constant threats of snow, none of which ever materialized. Our latest and greatest chance was yesterday. Thankfully, I never mentioned to the kids that it … Continue reading

December 18, 2014
by Carrie
Comments Off on i’m telling

i’m telling

Sam wondered into my room, looking concerned. “Mommy, Lydia play slide,” he tells me. “What do you mean by ‘play slide?’ ” I ask. “Like this,” he answers, and he makes a motion with his hands like its sliding. “I’ll … Continue reading

October 21, 2014
by Carrie
Comments Off on kitchen complaints, episode three

kitchen complaints, episode three

“Lydia, how is your dinner?” I ask her. Silence. “Lydia, is your dinner good?” Absolute quiet. I try a third time. “Lydia! How’s your dinner? Do you like it?” Lydia gives me the Death Look. “Okay, then.”

September 28, 2014
by Carrie
Comments Off on that’s questionable

that’s questionable

I often find myself remarking on the amount of questions Lydia asks me during any given day. She questions everything. So this past Monday, I wrote down every question she asked throughout the day, minus all the weird little situations … Continue reading