Did Pele start this way?
“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…
“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…
Today our budding 4th grader returned home from what according to all accounts was a banner start to the year. (Naturally the bar is set high considering that on her first day of 2nd grade…
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…
A few months ago, our small boy had a school program where his starring line was actually a sentence fragment due to the vast number of kids who needed speaking parts and the apparent shortage…
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…