Since the weather has gotten warmer, we’ve moved the Wed/Sat. bath night to Tues/Thurs/Sat (and whenever the kids are too stinky and or dirty to crawl in bed). My smart man also wisely suggested that we fit in a family run/walk/woggle on those evenings, so we all get some good exercise in. Excellent! I do…
Messy Bun: 5 minutes=2 good hair days
Can I tell you a secret? I’ve never been a girl that fussed with her hair much. I will not be providing photographic evidence of said bad hair, so unless you’re friends with my Mom on facebook, you’re out of luck. Just trust me. Hats, scarves, and ponytail holders and I have always gotten along…
A Little Stink
The small girly one on the end there. I was sitting next to her today at lunch, and I smelled a little something-something. So I leaned over quietly and said “Do you need to go potty?” To which she whispered back, “No. I just poof-ted”
A Matched Pair
My sweetie and I have been married for 16 years. He has lots of great qualities…he is a hard worker, and he washes dishes. He is my personal weather man, and he’s almost *always* right in his weather predictions. He’s got a brilliant mind…he’s the guy you want on your team for Trivial Pursuit. Especially…
Homeschooling Surprises
After a nice holiday break, and then a not-so-nice Flu break for Mom, we’re back in the saddle again with homeschooling. This is our second year, and I have to say, there is a lot about homeschooling that has surprised me. I really, really like it. It’s a great fit for our family, and I…
Annie’s Bakery
This is another poem by my boy. He was in a ‘poemish’ mood, and was looking for inspiration, so I asked him to write about Annie’s Bakery. This is something that the two of them used to play for hours under the deck or in the woods…where ever there was a plentiful supply of mud…
Man-Zilla
a teensie Man-Zilla…too tiny to terrorize My wee tiny baby has grown into a squirming, voracious, gnawing bundle of energy. Man-zilla lives. He is never still, nor full, nor satisfied with his most recent discovery. There is always more to eat, grab at and explore. I forgot how much of a workout diaper and clothing…
Work Camp
Here’s the deal. I was watching my sisters kids one afternoon, for a head count of two eleven year olds, two eight year olds, a 3 year old, a two year old and a baby. I was skeert. Just a little bit though. As I looked out of the window, I noticed that our elderly…