I serve the kids some Sunkist with dinner in order to score a few Awesome Mom Points. “What is this orange stuff? What do you call this orange drink?” *takes a sip* “Yuck.”
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six year old taco
Poof! Another year gone. And suddenly Lydia is six whopping years old. I would almost swear the years are going by faster. Lydia is really a well-rounded kid. She’s my outgoing child, very athletic and eager to please. She is still very much a morning girl, rising with the sun. I recently invested in a […]
sputnik; fourty-eight months in orbit
You know, I was all ready to write up Sam’s birthday post on his actual birthday, but I decided to wait a few days to make it fashionably late — for old time’s sake. It’s just no fun otherwise. Sam is now a jumping, running, destructing four year old. It’s like the previous years’ Sam […]
release the kraken
As far as cats go, Watson has been the epitome of normal. He usually is running around like a bat out of hell, hunting his little spring toys, pieces of paper, or the kids’ ankles. There has been no crazy barfing, no eating of afghans, no missing of the litter box. The oddest thing I […]
a gift
As Sam is playing in the grass, he comes up to me with a torn bit of leaf in his hands. He hands it to me and says, “Here Mom, I got you a flower.” “Thank you, Sam. You’re a very sweet boy.” “No, I’m Mom.”
it happens every year
dive dive dive
The kids have really been putting me through my paces this week. There have been a lot of arguments between the two of them, a lot of hitting, spitting, and general brawling. I am very glad we made it to Friday. A few days ago I dragged out the inflatable pool since it was finally […]
curses
Last night we attempted to force some culture on Lydia by watching Ghostbusters. Our conversations throughout the movie went something like this: Steven, referring to a bit of dialogue: “Lydia, don’t say that.” Me: “And don’t say that.” Steven: “And don’t ever say that.” Me: “Don’t use that word.” Steven and Me, together: “And don’t […]
sam is good with faces
The other day I was in the kitchen working on the kids’ lunch while they ran amok in the living room. “Who’s that?” asked Lydia, looking out the window. I abandoned their atrocious hotdogs to come look out the window. “That’s the mail lady,” I replied, then retreated back into the kitchen for more hotdog […]
yes man
Steven: “Did you wash your hands with soap?” Sam: “Yes.” Steven: “Are you lying?” Sam: “Yes.” Steven: “Well, at least you’re honest.” Me: He just answers ‘yes’ to everything.” Steven: “Sam, are you a girl?” Sam: “No! I Daniel!”