Crunchy Thoughts

The thoughts are crunchier here.

August 31, 2016
by Carrie
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making the nurses swoon

As we were leaving the allergist’s office today, Sam turned toward the doctor sitting at the nurses’ station and exclaimed, “Thank you for being such a good doctor!” The reaction was immediate. All the nurses surrounding the station went:

July 15, 2016
by Carrie
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spaceshit

“Sam, come get your shit out of my room!” I hear Lydia scream across the house. Sam mumbles incoherently, so Lydia yells again, “Sam! I said to come and get your shit!” What?! Surely I am mishearing her. I quickly … Continue reading

March 9, 2016
by Carrie
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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