Her eyewear finally met its match. Something about a snowball fight, running children, a tank brigade followed by the running of the bulls, finished with a parade of bulldozers and one giant Zamboni. The other lens is MIA. Fortunately (or not), they were not on her face when they met this end.
Sunday morning cartoons with the boys, laughing my ass off during the “Fun Run” episode of Peppa Pig. Daddy Pig trying to raise money for the school” … story of my life every time I got involved.
The nuggets they throw in there for us parents…THEE best. Caillou never did that!
I was so giddy today! I randomly broke out in smiles, and even wiggled in my seat throughout the work day like a kid before Christmas. Why was I so excited?
Because Jaz participated in his first karate class this afternoon.
Last night, I heard Martin drop his paint supplies in the other room, bolt out of the house, and then peel out of the driveway into town. I figured he needed something before the stores closed, so I didn’t think anything of it. He returned about 20 minutes later, looking exhausted.
I’m on sticker-removal duty today. This delicate procedure is so thankless. To all those parents out there with chipped fingernails, reeking of rubbing alcohol, and cursing all adhesives…I see you. I hear you. I am just like you.
These days, it is ALL ABOUT tactile learning through touch. When I have him in my arms, he goes straight for my mouth. Sometimes I bite, but mostly I sing, over-enunciating some Eurythmics lyrics or humming along with Enya. Continue reading
Another morning of seven people going in 20 different directions as fast as possible. According to my planner, we have down time scheduled in February. Until then, I take photos like this (from the weekend) to capture those fleeting moments when we can slow down and catch our breath and some Zzzzzzzs. Continue reading
Setting my weekday alarm clock for anything later than 5:30 a.m. is absolutely an example of relentless optimism that I may, indeed, need to be roused from a deep and restful sleep. Ha! As if I really need the help getting up so early! Thanks to the baby and these three earlybirds who can’t wait to get to school, I really don’t need the alarm. Continue reading
Martin and I are enrolled in the same university class. Same homework deadline tonight. Same attention-seeking baby genius who insists on being a chatterbox this evening. At least it seems he’s trying to give us the answers, doesn’t it? Continue reading
(whispers) “Between you and me, Mom, I’m pretty sure it was not my hungry whimpers that woke you up at 3 a.m., but Dad’s chainsaw snores as he shreds through a forest of dreams. You really think I can compete with that?”
All the experts say one shouldn’t coo, play, make eye contact, or engage during overnight feedings, because doing so teaches the baby to expect such activity at all hours. Clearly, I still have to work on that… Continue reading