Thanks to “Drug Awareness Week” at our school, we’ve had ALL kinds of conversations with our elementary aged kids over the past 7 days driving me to re-evaluate my stance on the age at which…
“That’s right buddy, the pilgrims learned to grow corn from the Indians.” “They did!?! What else did they grow?” “All sorts of things! They grew corn, wheat, beans and tabasco.” “They did!?! Wow!” “Yeah, except…
“How was your first day at soccer practice?” Mom asked. “Great. We jiggled through the noses.” the boy replied. “I think he means he dribbled through the cones” I clarified as the boy ran down…
Wow… it’s been a while. Latest update: The boy, singing: “Do you know the muffin man? The muffin man, the muffin man. Do you know the muffin man? He lives on Drury Land.” Emma: “It’s…
It never ceases to amaze me how the sequence of events that lead up to the blog fodder are actually potential blog fodder as well. Distraught at the notion that his sisters received snail mail…
So the oldest just turned 9 and thinks she turned 16. While waiting for dinner, all three were discussing how soon they would be teenagers. Already not a good sign. . . So in a…
During a recent visit from the cousins I went into the boy’s room and found my nephew in his favorite playtime position, on the floor surrounded by matchbox, hot wheels, and the dollar store brand…
“Wow Emma!” the boy exclaimed. “You look just like Princess Leia Slave!” referring to Emma’s hair prep as they loaded into the car for school. “No I don’t. I look like Princess Leia ‘Sena-Nator’. Emma…
. . . and perhaps at yours, you tell me. Please. I mean it. I’d be glad to know mine aren’t the only 2 having these deep theological discussions. I’m not even sure what started…
Tonight was not my favorite moment of the day. The time when I’m serving up food and receiving complaints instead of accolades from my children who apparently haven’t received enough lectures on the starving nations. Forgetting…