It’s snacktime. Sam has some goldfish and oranges in a bowl. He hops up in his seat and promptly knocks his spoon to the ground. <Baymax> Oh no. </Baymax> Sam climbs down out of his seat. He grabs his spoon and puts it back in his bowl. He continues to hold his spoon while climbing […]
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kitchen complaints, episode four
Earlier this evening we sit down together as a family of four to eat dinner. I become aware of loud smacking and chomping noises to my right — Sam is wolfing down his dinner again. “Sam, slow down and enjoy your food,” I admonish. Sam, taking me literally, looks me dead in the eye then […]
christmas eve update
T’was the night before Christmas, And all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, Because they’re trying to get over the flu. Times the cat has eaten the tree and barfed: 0! Number of medications the children are taking: 4 Ornaments children have broken: 0 Ornaments Mommy has broken: 1 Presents children have found: […]
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 go check.” “I came to tell you. I not doing it,” Sam clarifies as we […]
the glare
Sam is currently in love with the series of books, How Do Dinosaurs [something_something]. We’ve read through How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight, How Do Dinosaurs Clean Their Rooms, and How Do Dinosaurs Say I’m MAD, among others. The other day we picked up, How Do Dinosaurs Eat Their Dinner from the library. As Sam listened, […]
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.”
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 (mumbling, questions while driving in the car, etc.). Here’s what I came up with. ___________________________________________________________ […]
life with a four year old
I think I hear a small voice mumble in the hallway, “I need to go potty.” It’s Sam, who is never keen on asking permission for anything except going to the bathroom, which is the one thing he would never need permission for in the first place. “Then go potty,” I holler. I hear his […]
i think i’ve made a huge mistake
Lydia looks up from a room completely filled with train tracks of all sorts to ask, “Can we go outside?” “Sure, once y’all pick up all these train tracks,” I reply. Lydia surveys the damage. “Can we go outside, then pick up the train tracks?” “No, because y’all promised me you would pick up these […]
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 […]