Today marks the start of summer hours
for my onetruelove.
His office will start one hour earlier
and end one hour earlier, all for
the joy of summer afternoons
filled with sunshine and sweaty
happy little boys.
Start time is early.
But he will be home soon...
I can't wait to hear the squeals of delight
and the pleading to play outside.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Water Play, Round 2
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Strawberry Pie
Thursday, May 19, 2011
A Graduation
Handcuffs & Barbecue
Yesterday I took my kids
to the mall and Chick-fil-a.
It was a glorious outing.
And this morning I took my
kids grocery shopping,
like we do every Thursday morning.
Miserable, horrible.
I may never take them with me again.
I probably have to take them with me, fine.
But first I’m going to handcuff them …
and I mean handcuff them to
the chain that is linked to their feet cuffed together.
Or I’ll tie them to the
front of the cart like you see stuffed animals tied
to the front of trucks.
On a serious note, I’ve always thought of
taking my kids to the grocery store as
an opportunity in training them. Training them
to obey, to have self-control and such.
So maybe it is me. Maybe I need to revamp
my strategy for my growing children.
And to add to my frazzled state,
I should have looked at the weather
before marinating chicken for my
onetruelove to grill tonight.
Early this week he grilled chicken,
it was fabulous chicken and he
has some quality time with his sidekicks.
to the mall and Chick-fil-a.
It was a glorious outing.
And this morning I took my
kids grocery shopping,
like we do every Thursday morning.
Miserable, horrible.
I may never take them with me again.
I probably have to take them with me, fine.
But first I’m going to handcuff them …
and I mean handcuff them to
the chain that is linked to their feet cuffed together.
Or I’ll tie them to the
front of the cart like you see stuffed animals tied
to the front of trucks.
On a serious note, I’ve always thought of
taking my kids to the grocery store as
an opportunity in training them. Training them
to obey, to have self-control and such.
So maybe it is me. Maybe I need to revamp
my strategy for my growing children.
And to add to my frazzled state,
I should have looked at the weather
before marinating chicken for my
onetruelove to grill tonight.
Early this week he grilled chicken,
it was fabulous chicken and he
has some quality time with his sidekicks.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Welcome & Bye-Bye
Gently Used
Navigating the world of hand me downs is tricky.
What is and is not appropriate to hand down?
Underwear? No, I think not.
What should a child have new of their very own?
Shoes? Yes, probably.
What should you do about a mom who likes to dress
her boys the same? And the oldest son who likes his
brother to wear the same thing too?
Seek intervention? Maybe.
I thought you might like to know
that I have had the same comb since eighth grade.
I remember the salon my mom bought it from, 2000 Cuts.
Still have the umbrella my mom bought me from the
Nature Store when I was a freshman in college.
And when I was a pre-teen (that is what we called them before the creepy word tween hit the market!)
I just knew I was going to be a Soap Opera Actress. I used to practice
the two most important skills a female soap opera actress needed:
crying and that awkward end of a scene look all the time. I figured I needed to be
able to cry on cue and I definitely needed a good end of scene look (I didn’t want to look awkward after all). I was going to be the missing daughter of Patch and Kayla
or Bo and Hope (Fancyface, if you will) for sure.
It was that or I was going to be the daughter of Johnny and Baby in Dirty Dancing II.
What is and is not appropriate to hand down?
Underwear? No, I think not.
What should a child have new of their very own?
Shoes? Yes, probably.
What should you do about a mom who likes to dress
her boys the same? And the oldest son who likes his
brother to wear the same thing too?
Seek intervention? Maybe.
I thought you might like to know
that I have had the same comb since eighth grade.
I remember the salon my mom bought it from, 2000 Cuts.
Still have the umbrella my mom bought me from the
Nature Store when I was a freshman in college.
And when I was a pre-teen (that is what we called them before the creepy word tween hit the market!)
I just knew I was going to be a Soap Opera Actress. I used to practice
the two most important skills a female soap opera actress needed:
crying and that awkward end of a scene look all the time. I figured I needed to be
able to cry on cue and I definitely needed a good end of scene look (I didn’t want to look awkward after all). I was going to be the missing daughter of Patch and Kayla
or Bo and Hope (Fancyface, if you will) for sure.
It was that or I was going to be the daughter of Johnny and Baby in Dirty Dancing II.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
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