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 hop up and look down the hall. “What’d you say, Lydia?” Lydia stomps her feet […]

eight year old taco

Another year, another taco post. And the years just fly on by faster than a spinning teacup. Lydia has continued to grow and mature in her eighth year in ways that never cease to amaze me. Eight short years ago she was this petite wiggly baby. Now she’s an exuberant kid who loves fashion, art, […]

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 things swimming in the water!” Lydia exclaims. “We’re pretending they’re baby frogs, so we’re going […]

end of year notes

And suddenly it’s the end of 2015. This year went by so quickly there were some things I never got around to writing about, so I figured I’d fill in the gaps. Not sure if we did way too much this year or if I’m just getting old. Maybe a bit of both. In October […]

christmas eve update

Sam had Santa cracking up with his endless talk of Godzilla. Lydia, however, had heard it all before. Times the cat has eaten the tree and barfed: 0! Times the cat has climbed inside the tree and set Mommy’s blood pressure boiling: 7 How many times the kids have noticed the huge presents with THEIR […]

summer doldrums, diagnosis, and upcoming busy things

Once again this blog has suffered due to the summer doldrums. I am not a fan of summer, and it seems to sap all that is creative out of me. Thankfully, October begins tomorrow, and this Saturday we’ll have a high of only 68! Super excited! Summer has been busy, and we will continue to […]

seven year old taco

Last week, in amongst all the Watson-disappearing business, Lydia quietly turned seven years old. Well, I say ‘quietly,’ but there was some singing involved. (Don’t watch if you are completely sick of Frozen) As Lydia has gotten older, the year-to-year changes have become more subtle. There are fewer large milestones like crawling, walking, and talking; […]